Selene's POV
I watched him cross the restaurant floor with that slow, deliberate stride, and every muscle in my body locked. My wolf pressed against my ribs. Alert. Warning me. Or welcoming him. I couldn't tell.
My hands went cold. I was still wearing Derek's lipstick on my knuckles, still sitting in the soft candlelight of a dinner date, still playing the role of a woman who loved her fiancé.
Two fears hit me at the same time. The first: I had no idea what he was about to do. The second, worse: if he mentioned this morning, Derek would know I'd lied.
But Jaxon slowed his pace. Deliberately. He seemed to want me to feel every second of his approach.
Derek noticed him. He stiffened for a second, then recovered, wiping his mouth with his napkin and pushing his chair back. The easy smi
