Selene´s POV
The night had grown thick, as if the air in the castle had become saturated with shadows. Ever since I returned to this prison dressed in silk and mirrors, I had done nothing but pace back and forth, fists clenched, mind spinning in circles.
I had no plan.
No strength.
No Skadi.
And yet, I didn’t give up.
The click of the lock startled me. No courtesy this time. The door swung open like a muffled slam, and the silhouette that appeared in the doorway froze every muscle in my body.
Aedrian.
He was dressed in black, without his royal cloak or ornaments—just an open shirt down to his chest and tight leather trousers. His face was a mask of determination, and his eyes... his eyes were filled with a dark, primal fire.
Tonight, he brought no sweet words or promises of royalt
