Chapter 21

The heavy door of the basement was kicked open, sending dust swirling into the air. A frail figure huddled in the corner, slowly turning her head at the sound. Years without sunlight had rendered Selina's skin a ghostly, unnatural white. Surviving on just a bun and a cup of water each day, she was reduced to skin and bones, her hair nearly all gone. Propping herself up on her arms, she squinted as Lincoln's tall silhouette emerged against the light. When her eyes focused on his cold, stern...