Chris’s POV

I slowed when I caught sight of her.

Selene sat on the garden bench, moonlight washing her hair. She wasn’t alone. Caius stood too close, leaning in, his hand brushing hers in a way that tightened my chest.

I couldn’t hear what he whispered, but I saw the way Selene’s lips parted.

My jaw clenched. I should’ve walked away. I should’ve told myself it was nothing.

But the image burned behind my eyes.

I pulled out my cell phone and sent a text. By the time she glanced up, I ...