Elder Mora’s POV
The torches along the corridor flickered violently as I made my way to Selena’s chambers. I slept off after my meeting with Karren and Ryker; my mind was too busy chasing shadows.
I reached her door. Two guards stood outside, their posture stiff.
“Has she slept?” I asked.
“She’s been restless, Elder,” one replied quickly. “We heard things breaking inside.”
My stomach tightened. I pushed the door open without knocking.
The chamber was a mess, curtains were torn, vases shattered, books strewn across the floor. Selena stood in the center, her hair wild, her chest heaving. Her eyes were glazed with possession.
“Selena,” I said firmly, my voice steady though my pulse raced. “You need to calm yourself.”
Her head snapped toward me and cold.
“I don’t know you,” she hisse
