The air was thick with silence when Selene opened her eyes.

The ceiling above her was carved from dark stone, smooth and glossy like onyx. Thin lines of silver ran across it, forming symbols she couldn’t recognize. The faint light of the moon spilled through the high arched windows, bathing the room in ghostly white.

Only when she was alone did she see that everything in Kaelen’s chambers was too perfect, too symmetrical, too still as if time itself dared not move here.

Her chest burned ...