Lord Frederick's POV
"Selene!"
Her name ripped from my throat before I could stop myself. I shoved past Olivia, the echo of the door slamming behind me. My boots pounded against the floor, the sharp sound chasing her retreat down the corridor. She was fast, but not fast enough to outrun me. She never could.
I caught her wrist at the top of the stairs. Her body jolted, stiffening, her breath ragged as she turned on me with eyes that were—hurt, betrayed, and so goddamn alluring.
"Let go of me!" she snapped, yanking at my grip. "I don't want to hear another word from you. Not one."
I tightened my hold instead, dragging her closer. Her scent coiled around me—sharp, wild, intoxicating. It made my chest ache, made the hunger in me roar.
"You think this is easy for me?" I bit out, my voice low and rough. "You think I used you?"