Elena's POV
Pheisar was standing right next to her.
Her eyes were red-rimmed. She suddenly threw herself into his arms: "I was so scared the moment that car hit me... My wolf is shaking. Can you please hold me?"
Pheisar didn't push her away. Instead, he tightened his embrace and murmured words of comfort.
The two figures hugging each other felt like a solid slap across my face.
I was suddenly grateful—any thought of "going back to him" I might have entertained for a second last night was now utterly crushed by this scene.
Pheisar had personally guaranteed that he would never let Selene come here.
Yet here she was, wrapped in a bath towel, standing in this villa, acting like the rightful mistress, systematically invading the territory that should have been mine alone.
I let out a so
