Selene’s POV
Morning came slowly, dragging pale sunlight through the frost on the windowpanes. The air in my chamber was cold enough to mist my breath, but my mind was too sharp, too alive, to care.
Sleep had fled hours ago. Plans had taken its place.
The garden trap had failed to kill me—but it had told me everything I needed to know about who feared me most. Lady Veyra, my father-in-law’s favored mistress, had played her hand too early. She wanted me humiliated, poisoned, erased before my Luna title had time to settle on my shoulders.
Foolish woman.
Now I had proof, and more importantly, I had patience.
This time, I wouldn’t strike out of anger. I would wait until the right moment—when every word, every witness, every whisper would turn the knife back into her own throat.
Eryndor
