Selene’s POV
The air inside the warehouse was dense. Cold. Every breath I took tasted of rust, of old dust, of filthy secrets that refused to die.
The light was minimal: just a couple of bare bulbs dangling from frayed wires, swaying slightly with the drafts that slipped through the cracked walls. There was no other sound but our footsteps echoing over the broken concrete.
Lilith was there.
Tied to a metal chair, in the center of the room.
Thick restraints bound her wrists and ankles. Her dark hair hung in messy strands over her face, partially covering her eyes. There were scratches on her tanned skin, traces from the recent fight, but her body still held an arrogant posture, as if she refused to acknowledge her defeat.
I recognized her immediately.
I didn’t need to see her full fa
