FRIDAY
Selene's POV
The morning arrived wrapped in mist.
I stood at my window—the one in Damon's quarters that faced the eastern approach—and watched the first vehicles emerge from the gray. Red Moon's convoy, identifiable by the dark crimson banners that hung from their SUVs even in this weather. Marcus was punctual. Marcus, I was learning, was always punctual.
The bond pulsed steady in my chest. Damon was awake, two rooms away in the study where he'd spent most of the night reviewing security protocols. Neither of us had slept much. We'd spent the hours before dawn poring over Felix's intercepted message, mapping the coordinates, debating whether to move on them immediately or wait.
We'd decided to wait.
