Selene's POV

Silas let go of his sword.

Not all the way. His hand was still on the grip, but the blade had dipped toward the ice and his eyes had gone wide and his mouth was open and he was looking at the woman in the ruined cairn the way a drowning man looks at a rope.

I had seen that look before.

I had seen it on the night he came back to me in the Frostfang Mountains after the rejection. I had seen it when I gave birth to our children in the dark and he held my hand and cried into my hair. I had seen...