Lila's POV
Selene tightened her hold on my arm as soon as the tent flaps closed behind us. As she took me down a tiny passageway concealed behind a woven tapestry, the noises of the camp mobilizing—shouts, the clang of weapons, the pounding of feet—diminished. The earthy and metallic smell of old blood permeated the air.
"Where are we going?" My voice had an odd echo in the little room.
Selene remained silent. As we went down a flight of ragged stairs, the flickering torchlight etched deep shadows into the features of her face. My throat throbbed with my pulse. Kian was most likely tearing up the camp somewhere above us in search of me.
The hallway opened onto a circular chamber at the foot of the stairs. The stone floor was painted in broken blues and greens by the moonlight that came
