Sylvester pov

“I did what I had to do.”

“No. You did what your obsession demanded.”

I shoved her back. The chair scraped against the stone floor.

She was wrong. She had to be wrong.

I did love Selene. Everything I’d done was for her. To be with her. To finally have what should have been mine from the beginning.

“You’re going to help me whether you want to or not,” I said.

“And if I refuse?”

“Then I’ll make you.” I pulled out a small vial from my pocket. The ...