Aiden's fingers clenched, and his eyes turned cold.
However, Selene, too drunk on her supposed victory, didn't notice. She simply wanted to keep savouring the moment, sharing how she achieved it again and again.
"Aye … I never thought this would be this easy," she said with a smug. "But believe me, I don't mind even if it had been difficult. Because you are all worth it."
She took her steps closer to him, her fingers reaching out to trace the line of his arm.
But before she could even brush the air around him, her wrist was seized in an iron grip. The hold was merciless, cruelly deliberate —meant only to inflict pain.
Selene gasped and winced, but Aiden didn't flinch. His gaze bore into her, sharp and brutal.
"I told you, Selene," his voice dropped, deadly quiet. "Don't play your games around her. I won't tolerate it."
Her features twisted in agony, and it seemed like she might cry from the unbearable pain.
