The night following the feast was more intense than any conflict I had ever engaged in.

The rogues had been silent, as if the danger had retreated into the forest. However, quiet was never a sign of security. It required patience. It meant that my teeth were exposed in the dark, ready to attack at any time. Whispers moved like smoke down Blood Moon's corridors, snaking through shadows and sneaking under doors. They carried both my name and hers. Aurora.

The sneer on Selene's face when ...