The door groaned like iron as I pushed it open. I was initially hit by the chilly air, which was damp rock, damp blood, and damp lies. Her voice came next. "Took you long enough."

With her silver hair ready to growl and her wrist bindings pulsating against her skin, Selene lay exactly where she had been left. And she looked up with the same quiet haughtiness that had filled every room. She remarked, "Still dramatic." "You've always enjoyed entrances."

"Nostalgia is not why I'm here." "I am ...