Selene's POV
My pulse hammered against Soren's claws.
"I didn't lie to you," I said.
Jaxon sat in the armchair by the window, one ankle crossed over his knee. He didn't look angry. He looked like a man running out of patience with a problem he shouldn't have to deal with.
"Yesterday you were in my office, asking me to give you a chance." His voice was flat. "Today I walk into a restaurant and you're holding hands with Derek. Kissing his knuckles. Playing house." He paused. "So which version of you is real? The one who wants to try, or the one who's back in his arms twelve hours later?" He paused. "If I'd said yes yesterday, were you planning to make me look like a fool again?"
"It's not what it looks like."
"Then explain it."
My throat pressed against Soren's claws every time I swal
