Selene’s P.O.V
I had to leave.
No more second-guessing. No more excuses. Two days of silence. Two days of feeling the walls close in, of realizing just how trapped I was.
Dante was not who I thought he was. And Emma—God, Emma—how could she? How could someone I trusted with everything use me like a pawn in some twisted setup? Every moment now felt tainted. The club, the classes, the nights I cried on her shoulder. All of it. A calculated game.
I should’ve known better. I did know better.
The plan had always been clear when I moved to New York—no friends, no distractions, no men. I was supposed to get my degree and disappear. Now here I was… tangled in the arms of a man whose hands were soaked in blood, carrying his child, and living under the roof of a family that reeked of danger and
