Chapter 110

• Chapter 110
• The air in the west wing felt different. Heavier. Selena felt it the moment she crossed the threshold. The corridor was darker, lined with doors that looked thicker, older, like they’d been built to keep monsters in—or out. Guards stood at intervals, rifles slung casually across their shoulders, but their eyes didn’t move. Not even a blink when she passed.
• Every step echoed louder than it should have. She wanted to ask questions, but her throat was dry, her tongue pressed flat against the roof of her mouth.