Selene´s POV
The air inside the Iron Nest grew heavier after Rufus snapped his fingers.
The glass walls darkened until they were black as wet coal.
No more outside eyes. No exits.
Just us.
And him.
Rufus didn’t need brute strength to impose himself. His power was information. The way every word he spoke seemed to drag along a hidden truth—a story you weren’t ready to hear.
He held my gaze with calculated calm. Like he already knew what I’d come to ask for.
"So you want to find Silas..." he said, voice velvety, almost lazy. "And Lilith, of course. You know each of those names is a door, right? And some doors don’t just open... they demand payment."
"I’m not here to haggle," I replied without blinking.
"I know." He settled back in his chair, crossing one leg over the other with amb
