Selene's face darkened when, even after several seconds, she didn't hear the man speaking. Losing her patience, she roared. "You called me to report, not to act deaf and dumb. Speak!"
"I-It's Aiden Winslow," the man hesitated, but then reported what he had discovered.
Selene's knees at once gave way. She staggered a step back, hitting the edge of the bed with the back of her legs. "What did you say?" Her voice shook, disbelief written across her features.
Aiden.
No, he wouldn't do that to her. He could be cruel to her. He treated her better than he treated anyone else. How could he …?
The man cleared his throat as though afraid of her reaction. "Yes, young miss. It was President Winslow. He made the brand remove you."
"No," Selene shook her head violently, refusing to accept it. Her heart thundered in her chest, a suffocating pressure spreading through her lungs. "No, he won't do that. Did you look into it properly?"
