But there’s something else in his green eyes that surprises me: panic. Real, honest-to-god panic, like his world has fallen off its axis. The sight of it sends a rush of satisfaction through me that I don’t bother to hide.
“He’s right,” I say simply, meeting Seth’s gaze without flinching.
His jaw clenches so hard I can hear his teeth grinding. “You and I are fated mates, Selene.”
I push his hands away from the door frame, forcing him to step back. “Not anymore,” I tell him with a calm that seems to unnerve him. “I don’t feel the fated mate bond toward you anymore. I feel it toward Zane.”
His mouth opens and closes like a fish gasping for air. “How is that possible?”
I brush past him and settle into one of the visitors’ chairs, crossing my legs with deliberate casualness. The action cl
