Selene's POV
"Why should I believe you?" I asked, frowning. "You might want to kill me."
On the other end, I heard him exhale sharply—the sound of a man fighting for patience. "Stop it," he said tightly. "You know I will never kill you. I like you, Selene."
"Like me?" I gave a bitter laugh. "Or do you mean you like my body?"
"Selene," his tone dropped—low, rough, strained. "Don't do that."
I smirked even though he couldn't see it. "Do what? Say the truth to your face?"
"Don't make this hard." His voice hardened. "You think I like this? You think I enjoy chasing after the woman who's been trained to put a blade in my chest?"
Something twisted in my stomach—not fear. Something else. "Then why are you calling?"
"Because I want to prove my innocence," he snapped. "Not to anyone. I don't care what anyone thinks. But you… I care what you think about me, and you're still the only person who deserves to know what really happened to her."
