Selene was seated upright in bed, scribbling in her journal as she got ready for the night.
Her pencil hovered over the page.
'I found the exit of the maze today. But it wasn't my skill that led me out. It was him. His scent, like frost and pine, became a thread in the dark. Why can I sense it so clearly? What does it mean? I can't ask Blaize. I can't ask anyone. I just have to write it here and hope the paper doesn't judge me.'
She closed the journal with a sigh. It was her only confidant.
She knew that she had until morning to see her friends again and now it suddenly felt so far away. The night was as silent as a graveyard.
These were the times that were silent for Selene, silent and dangerous because she had a lot on her mind. A lot to plan for and a lot to remember.
Writing in this book, which she had found by chance, was the only thing keeping her from going crazy during these kinds of nights.
