LOGINSELENE'S POV The chamber shook beneath my feet, and the black veins spreading across the stone platform widened. The bands around my wrists held me in place while something beneath the floor pulled at my power. I tried to fight it, but every struggle seemed to give the chamber more of what it wanted.“Brittany!” I shouted. “You need to get me out of here!”She stood a few feet away, watching me.“Please!” I tugged at the bindings. “You said we were going to stop the plague. You said we could save them!”“I said we needed to find the source.”I stared at her. “You knew this would happen.”“I suspected it.”“Suspected?” My voice rose. “You brought me down here, told me to stand on this thing, and let it chain me to the floor. What exactly did you think would happen?”She looked at the platform beneath my feet. “I expected it to respond to you.”My mouth went dry. “Why me?”“Because of what you are.”I searched her face for the slightest hint that she was joking. There was none. This wa
SELENE'S POV“There's something I need to show you,” she said.I sniffed and rubbed my eyes. “What?”“I found something about the plague.”That got my attention. “You found a cure?”“Not exactly.” She took my hand and pulled me towards her desk. “Come and look.”Three old books lay open across the surface, surrounded by loose pages. One had a corner burned away, another was missing several pages, and the third looked as though it had spent years somewhere damp. Brittany pushed them aside until she found a damaged sheet bearing a rough drawing of a circular chamber.“Half of this is useless,” she muttered, pointing to the blackened edge. “I can't tell whether this shows the entrance or the chamber itself. The other records contradict each other, too.”I leaned over the page. The drawing showed a raised platform surrounded by symbols, but most of the markings were too faded to read. Beneath it, a line of writing had survived the fire.“Can you read that?”“Some of it.” Brittany traced t
SELENE'S POV “Shallow. How long has he been breathing like this?” Brittany knelt beside the infant, checking his breathing while his mother cried nearby. Villagers crowded around them, desperate for help, so I pushed them back and begged them to give her room. When Brittany asked for clean water, I hurried to find some and returned just as she began treating the child. “Is he going to live?” his mother asked. “Let me work.” Brittany adjusted the infant's position and gave him something from a small bottle. I watched her hands, trying to understand what she was doing, but she moved too quickly for me to follow. A few steps away, a pregnant woman lay on a blanket while her husband knelt beside her, holding her hand. “Please,” he begged when Brittany approached. “She's pregnant. You have to save her.” Brittany examined the woman, asking when the coughing had started and whether she'd been ill before visiting the spring. Her husband answered every question, his voice breaking as he
SELENE“Get everyone away from here,” I told Lucien.He immediately turned to the villagers, ordering them away from the spring. Some obeyed, but others stood there asking what was happening, too frightened or confused to move.“MOVE!” Lucien shouted. “Get away from the water!”People began pushing toward the path. Someone grabbed a little boy by the hand, and a woman stumbled when the man in front of her suddenly dropped to the ground.His wife screamed and rushed to him. She barely had time to kneel before another villager crashed into her, sending them both sprawling across the dirt.I ran toward them.“Don't touch the water!” I shouted at the people gathering around. “Give them room!”The man on the ground tried to speak. Blood stained his lips, and his wife kept calling his name as though repeating it would make him answer properly. I knelt beside him and reached for his wrist, but his coughing interrupted every breath he tried to take.“Please, do something!” his wife begged me.
“I don't think I can do it,” I whispered. Lucien didn't ask me to explain. He pulled me closer, and I let him, too tired to pretend I wanted to be anywhere else. “I believe you,” he said. I lifted my head. “You believe me?” “Yes, Selene. Try to keep up.” I gave him a weak shove. “I'm being serious.” “So am I.” His expression softened a little, but the familiar mischief remained in his eyes. “I believe you when you say you're struggling. I just don't believe you'll feel like this forever.” “You can't know that.” “No, but I've watched you turn a room upside down because someone told you to sit still. I find it difficult to believe you're going to let one terrible day defeat you.” “Amelia tried to kill me.” “I noticed. I was there, remember? Quite inconsiderate of her to interrupt my day like that.” Despite myself, I almost laughed. “You're an idiot.” “And yet, here you are, clinging to me.” I immediately loosened my grip on his shirt. He caught my hand before I could pull a
SELENE"Enough!"My voice cracked, and my legs nearly gave out beneath me.The healer beside me grabbed my arm before I could fall. Across the room, Lucien had stopped struggling against the guard holding him back. Another guard was pulling Amelia toward the door, away from the bed where she'd tried to kill me.Lucien turned and came straight to me."Selene.""I'm fine."He looked at me, then at the healer practically holding me upright."Does that look fine to you?"Before I could answer, he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me against his chest. I grabbed his shirt, more to keep myself steady than anything else, and only then did I notice how badly I was shaking.The dagger was still on the ground. My eyes kept going back to it. Amelia had been so close. I'd felt her forcing me down, felt the strain in my wrist as I tried to keep her hand away from me. I could still remember the look on her face when she'd raised the weapon.What if Lucien hadn't come in?I tried to look away,







