The door closed behind Adrian with a soft thud, and silence settled over the booth like smoke.
Selene didn’t move. She sat with her legs crossed, one hand resting against her untouched glass, the other draped casually over the edge of the seat. Her stillness was deliberate — controlled. Every inch of her posture screamed that she was unbothered, untouchable.
Victor studied her in silence. He didn’t rush to speak, didn’t lean forward or try to command the air the way Adrian always did. No. He let the quiet stretch, thick and unnerving, until Selene finally raised her eyes and met his.
“You’ve got about two minutes before Adrian comes back,” she said coolly, though her voice carried that silk thread of danger. “So say what you need to say.”
Victor’s lips tugged into the faintest hint of
