Selene’s POV
Aedrian was on top of me, over the bed where he had thrown me. He was breathing heavily, fury barely contained. I could feel his chest rising and falling with the violence of a wolf holding itself back. He could violate me at any moment—do everything I’d been warned he might.
There was nothing to stop him.
“You won’t question me like that again,” he said in a low, dangerous voice. “I showed you trust. And you... you challenged me as if you were more than a prisoner with luck on her side.”
“I was ready to keep my end of the deal,” I said, jaw clenched. “Until I saw the lie. I owe you nothing, Aedrian. And if you think you can force me—”
I needed to buy time, even just with words—cool the air enough to dull his interest.
That’s when the knocking interrupted us.
Three shar
