~IAN~

A tremor ran through me, but I buried it deep, my eyes still scanning the room.

Selene... she was lurking around.

The hour draws near.

The moment she promised – the moment I would be given the tool to save him – is almost here.

Fear coiled tight in my chest, tangled with something sharper: curiosity.

What will she say when she comes?

What form will she take this time?

And when the rose is in my hands… what will I become?

My heart hammered, echoing the wild, unspoken questions ...