The night was calm, except for the sound of leaves rustling as Selene quietly left the palace in the dark. Her silk robe was light and silent as she quickly walked along a hidden path used by servants, heading towards the edge of the city.
Her heart raced, but not out of fear. It was rage.
Damian had ignored her. Again.
No matter what she did—her charm, her beauty, her status—he refused to look at her the way he looked at her. Evelina.
Selene gritted her teeth. That pathetic traitor was ruining everything.
But not for much longer.
She had tried patience. She had tried seduction. Now, it was time for something more… direct.
The path was narrow and wound through a thick forest on the edge of Arcadia. These were the dark places where illegal things unfolded, away from the palace's watchful eyes and the court's judgement.
