Three Whole Days
Three days passed. Three days of Selene trying to sort through the confusion. Three days of serving Damian and watching him and trying to figure out if he was guilty or innocent.
And three days of growing more attached. More conflicted. More torn between her mission and her feelings.
On the fourth day, Alaric found her between shifts.
Grabbed her arm. Pulled her into an empty storage room. The space was cramped and dark, smelling of dust and old leather and the musty scent of stored linens. A single narrow window let in weak afternoon light that barely cut through the shadows.
"We need to talk."
"Alaric, what—"
"You're spending too much time with him." His voice was sharp. Angry. His breath came hot against her face, smelling faintly of whatever he'd eaten for lunch. "Every day. Every evening. In his chambers. Close to him."
"That's my assignment. I have to—"
