LENA POV
Lena could see what this latest realization was doing to Rafe—devastation, anger, hurt, all wrapped up in one and the result was a devastated, pissed looking man. It wasn't a good combination.
Lena's hands itched to reach out for him but she clenched them into a fist and kept them on her lap. If Isabella wasn't reaching for him then why should she?
Lena was watching Rafe closely and she saw it when his eyes shifted into something darker, calculating. Something dangerous. His face was devoid of any status. It was like looking at a status.
He straightened and then looked at Lena. The emptiness there had her flinching before she could stop herself. For a second she wondered if he even saw her anymore.
"Selene." His voice could freeze boiling water. His tone was so controlle
