SELENA POV
"Excuse me—" I tried to pull back, but his grip only tightened.
"Selena."
My heart stopped. He knew my name.
"Who are you?" I whispered, my voice betraying me despite every effort to stay steady.
He looked at me, really looked, his gaze dragging slowly over my face like he was searching for something buried there.
"You have that innocent look," he muttered, almost to himself. "Just like her."
My brows pulled together. "Like who?"
He didn't answer. "That's what he wants," he continued, as though I hadn't spoken. "That same look. That same light."
A chill ran down my spine. "I don't know what you're talking about," I said, yanking at my hand.
His eyes darkened slightly. "Leave now," he said, his tone sharpening. "Or you might end up like her."
My breath hitched. "Like
