CONFRONTING SELENEThe corridor was cold, the kind of cold that feels like it’s biting into your bones. The torches were spaced far apart, flickering in the draft. Every time a flame dipped, the shadows stretched out like long, thin fingers reaching for us. My heart was thumping against my ribs so hard I thought Finn might hear it.

"She’s close," I whispered, my voice barely a breath. "I can smell that perfume of hers. It smells like dead lilies."

Finn gripped his sword. He looked tired. The ...