Chapter 184

The sun set behind the cloud and darkness fell on the town.

Selene hadn’t slept once, she sat by the old fireplace, a lamp flickering beside her. The journals lay open on the table, pages scattered, her grandmother’s handwriting curling like vines across the paper.

She had read until her eyes burned.

Upstairs, Lydia slept curled in Caius’s arms. Her small breaths were steady now. Lena and Kael had taken turns keeping watch outside. Romano was nowhere to be seen. She suspected he was stealing something again.

Selene rubbed her temple, exhausted.

A page caught her eye.

Subject viable. Child exhibits dual resonance.

Below it, a sketch. Herself,...