The moment Adrian and Noah disappeared down the corridor, Selena's wounded expression fell away.She listened until their footsteps faded, locked the backstage door, and walked back to the illusion box. Kneeling beside it, she opened a maintenance panel and looked in at the body wedged between the mechanisms.Blood still ran from all three wounds. She reached inside, pressed two fingers to my throat, and let out a slow breath when she found no pulse.“You kept telling Adrian I was crossing boundaries,” she murmured. “Once you’re gone, there won’t be any boundaries left.”She took a sealed pouch from the tool cabinet and scattered gray-white powder over my clothes, my wounds, and the inside of the box. The sharp chemical scent burned even through my ghostly senses.Concentrated scent suppressant. Wolfsbane. Cedar ash.Together they could smother a werewolf's natural scent long enough to confuse trackers and bury the trace of a mate bond beneath the smell of stage chemicals.Selena remov
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