Dante’s P.O.V
She sat in the back seat, eyes hollow, her hands clenched into fists on her lap.
Selene.
My queen.
She hadn’t said a word since we left the diner. Valentina had fallen asleep with her head in my lap, soft breaths warming the space between the chaos. Marcus drove silently while the city bled behind us in the rearview mirror.
Selene hadn’t screamed. Hadn’t fought. Not like I expected.
She was too quiet. That silence worried me more than any curse or slap ever could.
I looked at her.
At the woman who once ruled me without trying. At the mother of my child.
She stared out the window, but her knuckles were white.
“You kept her from me,” I said softly.
Still, no reply.
“You ran. Lied. Changed your name. Made me think you were dead.”
Her head turned slowly. Her eyes wer
