Michael's pov

With the flames low and the air full of wood smoke and iron odor, the night descended heavily on the camp. The rogues had been affected by Selene's poison like an illness, and the day had been spent hearing murmurs. Some now cast doubtful glances at Matilda, with unanswered questions in their eyes. Even yet, I told myself, they were devoted to me rather than to her. However, I became uneasy as I sensed the fissure widening.

I had just returned to the northern edge when I ...