Matilda's pov

It was too quiet in the forest.

There is no breeze. Not a bird. The only sound beneath my boots is the crunch of leaves.

Selene's instruction had been straightforward: Come by yourself. I have some knowledge of the outlaws that assaulted Maya.

I ought to have known better.

However, boldness was one of my poorest traits, even though curiosity was always a part of it.

The moonlight cut delicate silver lines through the branches. The chilly breath rattled my clothes.

"Selene?I ...