Selene’s eyes lingered on Victor, unblinking, unflinching. He sat across from her with that maddening calmness, like a predator who had already calculated her every move before she thought to make it. It wasn’t the kind of arrogance Adrian carried — loud, brash, drunk with his father’s shadow. No, Victor’s arrogance was quieter. Sharper. More dangerous.
She hated it. She hated that it made her heart beat faster.
“You think you see me,” she murmured finally, her voice low, silken, dangerous. “But all you’ve done is draw lines between your own scars and my silence.”
Victor tilted his head, studying her as though she were a puzzle carved from glass. “And yet you don’t deny it.”
Selene gave a sharp, amused laugh, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. She leaned forward, resting her chin l
