WHAT POWER COSTS
Selene's POV
I didn't open the box that night.
Or the next morning.
Not because I wasn't ready — I was, in the way you're ready for something you've been moving toward for a long time, the readiness that lives in the body rather than the mind. But the second traitor question sat between me and everything else like a door I couldn't walk past without addressing.
Someone in that tactical room had known about the operation.
Five people. Damon. Ronan. Me. Maren. Felix.
I trusted all of them. Which meant either my trust was wrong about one of them, or the leak had come from somewhere else entirely — something overheard, something inferred, something we hadn't accounted for in our careful information control.
