He began to walk away from me—without hesitation, without care—as if my title meant nothing to him.
I stood frozen for a moment, disbelief twisting inside me. He wasn’t stopping. He wasn’t even acknowledging my presence beyond that initial glance.
Anger flared in my chest.
He had no right to dismiss me.
Without thinking, I ran after him, my instincts demanding control, demanding he listen. But just as I reached out to stop him, he spoke, his voice a deep, measured warning.
“Not here, Selene.”
His words made me falter, my breath catching.
“Our conversations are extremely private, and unlike your past tricks—possessing my old body—this time, you won’t have a say. This time, you will have to face me in your own.”
I stilled, my blood running cold.
Sir Robin.
I should have known the m
