Lancaster’s POV:
I was already yanking the door open when Selene threw her weight against it, her body pressed against the wood, her breasts swaying as she rushed to block my exit.
“Lancaster—please calm down," she pleaded, breathless.
“Calm down?" I barked out a laugh. “Move, Selene.”
“Just wait—let me explain!" Her fingers dug into the doorframe.
I shoved her aside, not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to make my point. The door swung open and I stormed out, my pulse hammering in my throat. I moved down the stairs, through the hallway and into the parlor where my clothes lay scattered. I snatched my clothes from the couch, yanking them on with rough, furious motions.
Footsteps pounded behind me.
She’d thrown on an oversized tee that swallowed her frame, her bare legs f
