Arwen had never felt such a primal surge of emotion. Moments ago, she had sympathized with Selene. But now, all she could feel was a blinding urge to throw her out of the house.
Return Aiden to her? Under what right?
"Aiden is not yours, Arwen," Selene said, her voice no longer weak, but filled with unsettling confidence. "He is not yours. He could never be yours, Arwen. Because he is mine. Since the beginning. He could only ever be mine."
Arwen's jaw tightened. Her fingers clenched into fists — a raw boiling anger simmering beneath her calm.
Selene watched her, and for the first time in days, she felt something close to satisfaction. She had been waiting for this moment — starving for it.
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In the meantime, outside the room —
Aiden has walked down the hallway to take the call. It was from Jason, and he knew what Jason could call him for this late.
"Did you find anything?" he asked, diving straight to the point.
