Selene’s P.O.V
I could feel the weight of a thousand eyes on me.
They didn’t blink. They didn’t smile. They just watched.
It felt like stepping into a dream—no, a movie. The kind where the woman is swept into the arms of a powerful man and twirled into a ballroom full of royalty and danger. Only this wasn’t a movie. And the danger felt more real than ever.
Dante held my hand tightly, his thumb tracing slow circles over my knuckles as he guided me through the grand hall, deeper into the gathering of sharp suits and glinting eyes. My gown clung to me in all the places it shouldn’t. My heels clicked on marble floors I didn’t recognize. And yet, the only place I felt grounded was beside him.
I had no idea why he brought me here.
He just whispered, “I want them to see you,” with a kiss on
