Selene’s POV:

“You hit her?”

I watched Aaron’s jaw tighten as he spoke, each syllable carrying unwavering authority. It was a question, yes—but the tone left no room for doubt. Our chests were barely inches apart, and I was drowning in the raw, intoxicating scent of his masculinity.

He wore a crisp white shirt tucked into jet-black trousers, looking deceptively casual. Yet his eyes—sharp, predatory—pinned Lars like a hunter locking onto its prey. His tie hung loosely around his ...