The silence of the phone was louder than the voice had been.
Selene stared at the burner in her hand, its screen now black, her reflection barely visible on the glossy surface. Her fingers tightened around it until the plastic creaked. She dropped it on the kitchen counter like it burned her and stepped back, blood humming in her ears.
"You're not safe with him."
Those five words sliced through everything she’d let herself believe tonight.
She still hadn’t moved when Darius came around the corner, shirtless, wearing only the dark jeans she’d just helped him pull back on minutes ago. His body was a map of strength and shadows, every line of muscle inked in tattoos that told stories she hadn’t read yet. His gaze locked onto her immediately.
“You look like you saw a ghost,” he said, voic
