Selene's POV
I had begged. I had reasoned. And still, he wouldn’t help.
So I made up my mind to do the only thing I thought might work.
I had to do this. For Anthony.
Without hesitation, I turned to Abel standing by the door.
"Leave us."
He looked confused. "Selene, I am not…"
"Get out. Please."
He looked at Victor for approval, but Victor just waved a lazy hand. "She won’t kill me.”
Abel left without a word, though his distrust lingered in the air like a bad scent. After he closed the door, I double-checked the lock to make sure it was really locked.
Victor didn’t move. Didn’t ask questions. Just watched me.
My fingers found the remaining buttons on my blouse, and I continued to unbutton them one by one. I wasn’t breathing right in that moment, and my chest felt too tight. But
