Olivia's POV
I teleported back to Frederick's mansion. The halls were quiet, but I could hear soft laughter coming from the sitting room. My wolf's ears twitched and my brow furrowed. I walked quickly down the hall and peeked through the archway. There Selene was, sitting by the fire with a cup of tea, acting so calm and happy. Her hand was bandaged, and she looked almost… comfortable.
And across from her sat Frederick. His chair was leaned back, a glass of wine in his hand. His eyes were on her, so soft, like he was admiring her. Selene smiled softly. "You don't need to worry about me, Lord Frederick. I'm already fine."
But Frederick's lips curved into a smirk. "I'll decide when you're fine," he said, his voice low.
