Chapter 14 The Ghost in Her Skin

Selene woke to silence.

No birds, no traffic, no low hum of the city's pulse-just the echo of her own breath and the sharp taste of fear still clinging to her tongue.

Dante was gone.

The side of the bed where he had slept was still warm, the sheets wrinkled with the shape of his body. But he was nowhere in sight.

And that was the first sign tha