The roof access door crashed open again, the sound echoing across the rooftop like a gunshot.
Victor's heart skipped a beat. Time seemed to slow down as Selena stumbled through the doorway, her face bruised with purple and yellow marks, her dark hair tangled around her shoulders like a storm cloud. Despite everything—the betrayal, the years of pain—his chest tightened at the sight of her. She was still beautiful, still the woman who haunted his dreams.
"Selena," he whispered, the name catching in his throat.
Xavier's laugh cut through the tension, sharp as a knife. "Perfect timing!" he called out, his eyes gleaming with cruel delight. "Tell Victor the truth about us, Selena. Tell him how eagerly you came to my bed after I shot him."
Victor felt each word like a physical blow, but kept
