Selene POV
Warmth.
That's what wakes me. Soft fabric beneath me. Not cold stone.
I force my eyes open.
A face hovers above me. Perfect. Beautiful. Devastating.
Rex.
His blue eyes are wild—pupils blown wide, like he's still seeing blood and death. His breathing is ragged, chest rising and falling too fast. His hands are fisted in the sheets on either side of me, knuckles bone-white, trembling.
"You're awake." His voice cracks on the words—raw, almost broken.
I try to sit up. His hand slams down on my shoulder—not gentle this time, desperate. Holding me down like if he lets go I'll vanish again.
"Don't. Move." Each word is bitten off. His eyes rake over my face, frantic, searching for any sign I'm about to slip away.
I look down at my body. The royal robe is gone. I'm wearing a sim
