Selene’s POV
I should have known better than to answer the call.
The phone buzzed again in my hand, vibrating against my palm with such insistence that it felt like it was burrowing into my skin. Gritting my teeth, I slid my thumb across the screen and pressed it to my ear.
“What do you want, Adrian?” I snapped before he could even breathe a word.
There was a long pause, as though my voice had slapped him. Good. He deserved a lot worse.
"Selene... please," he said, his voice low and hurried. "I need to see you. It’s urgent. Just five minutes. Please."
I barked out a bitter laugh. "Urgent? Last I checked, you lost the right to any urgency with me the day you decided to screw my best friend."
"Selene, just—" he broke off, sounding frustrated, desperate. "Please meet me. It won't take
