The safe house lights flickered.
Selene didn’t move. Her body was stone, but inside, inside she was a hurricane. Every breath felt like breathing glass. Darius’s voice echoed in her head like a death sentence.
“I’ll take care of Selene.”
No.
No! he wouldn’t.
He couldn’t.
Adrian stayed back in the shadows, saying nothing, just watching.
Selene reached for the console, her fingers shaking as she scrubbed the footage back five seconds. Hit play.
There it was again.
His voice. Confident. Cold and Clear.
“I’ll take care of Selene.”
Her Darius. Her liar.
Her soul twisted as she stumbled back from the monitor, bile rising in her throat.
“He was in on it,” she whispered.
Adrian hesitated. “It could’ve been a setup. Edited footage. Hydra loves planting poison in the truth.”
“No,” Sel
