Chapter 163

Selene’s POV

My breaths came fast, each one cutting through my chest as I stuffed Lydia’s clothes into a worn satchel. My hands shook so badly I fumbled with the laces, my vision blurring.

Mary hovered by the doorway, pale and tight-lipped, watching me scatter through the house like a madwoman. “Selene, what is it? What did you smell?”

I snapped the satchel shut, turning toward her. “It’s him.” My voice cracked. “It’s Darius. I caught his scent in the wind.”

Her face was drained of color. She gripped the doorframe like it might hold her up. “Here? In this village?”

“Not yet,” I said, dragging the second...