Celina’s POV
THE CITY looked different from behind glass.
From Lucien’s penthouse, the sprawling skyline glittered like a thousand diamonds stitched across black velvet, each skyscraper crowned with its own constellation of lights. To anyone else, it would have felt like luxury, a kingdom perched above mortals and wolves alike. To me, it felt like a prison tower.
I pressed my forehead against the cold windowpane, exhaling a shaky breath that fogged the glass. Somewhere far below, the world was alive—cars honking, strangers arguing, paparazzi’s camera flashes like tiny lightning bolts—but up here, silence wrapped around me too tightly, smothering instead of soothing.
It hadn’t even been three days since the ambush.
One second, I was sipping tea in Lucien’s office, trying to convince
