Chapter 89 The Prophecy Of Betrayal
- Selene’s POV
- My eyes snapped open to the sound of footsteps. Heavy, deliberate, echoing through the damp stone like the beat of war drums.
- I tried to move, but the instant I pulled, the restraints tightened — shadows, not rope, binding my wrist and ankle. They weren’t merely holding me. They were feeding. Every time I struggled, the tendrils scorched against my skin like icy fire.