The air in the garage felt heavier than it should have been, the silence pressing down on Selene as Victor paced in the low light. He wasn’t smiling anymore, not that crooked grin he wore like armor. His face was hard, serious, the scar cutting across his cheek stark and merciless in the dim glow of the overhead bulb.
Selene’s arms crossed over her chest, her body rigid as she measured him. She didn’t like being summoned, didn’t like the way he’d dismissed Adrian to speak to her alone. But what unsettled her more was how calmly Adrian had left.
Adrian trusted her. That thought pressed down on her chest like a weight. He trusted her enough to leave her alone with another man—a man whose ambition she could see burning in his eyes.
Victor finally stopped pacing. His gaze locked on hers. “E
