SELENA'S POVEvery statue in the chamber bowed toward me, and the silver crown hovered above my head as though it had been waiting for my return.I stepped back, but the crown followed, its sharp points reflecting the blood on my hands.“I don't want it,” I said, looking toward the ancient Queen. “Take it away.”She tightened her grip on her staff, yet she made no attempt to approach me.“The crown doesn't accept refusal from its rightful owner.”“Then it chose the wrong woman.”The crown dropped until its cold edge brushed my hair, and a strange pressure settled behind my eyes. I saw a throne room filled with kneeling wolves, a silver-haired man standing beside me, and Ian lying motionless at the foot of the throne.I reached for him in the vision, but the silver-haired man caught my wrist.“If you save him again, the kingdom will fall.”I tore my hand away, and the vision disappeared.Ian was still lying on the floor, struggling to sit up despite the blood spreading across his shirt
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