Selene's POV

I gripped the balcony railing, watching the three lights suspended above the palace. Their silver glow illuminated the rooftops, casting a strange stillness over the city.

None of them moved, yet I felt as though something was about to happen.

Silas joined me, his gaze following mine.

"There are three now," he murmured.

"I can see that."

He glanced at me. "Do you have any idea what they mean?"

Before I could answer, Dawson stepped onto the balcony. His silver hair shimmered beneath the moonlight as he studied the sky, his expression growing thoughtful.

"It's her," he said.

I turned toward him. "The Creator?"

He nodded, pointing at...