Three months.
Selene had been serving as Damian's personal attendant for three months now. Three months of daily proximity to her mate. Three months of fighting the bond with every ounce of strength she possessed.
Three months of slowly losing the certainty she'd clung to for eight years.
The mysterious figure's words echoed in her mind constantly. "Damian was manipulated. The purge was ordered by Lord Aldric."
But she hadn't found proof yet. Hadn't managed to access the archives on the third sub-level. The restricted section was locked, guarded, impossible to reach without proper authorization.
So Selene was stuck in limbo. Serving the man she'd sworn to kill. Feeling the mate bond pull stronger every day. Not knowing if he was guilty or innocent. Not knowing if her mission was justice or murder.
It was driving her slowly insane.
