Michael's pov

After the feast, the hall was empty, and the only sounds left were the faint aroma of spiced wine and quiet. Low on the stone walls, torches flickered. I stood alone beside the long table, knuckles pressed on the wood, jaw hard.

Something I had spent years trying to seal had been opened by Selene's entrance. She grinned. Her tone. That kid.

I could sense the rogues whispering already, like smoke before fire. A few people took her word for it. I was questioned by some. ...