Selene’s POV
“Do you have a mate ?” He asked, and my heart stopped beating.
That single question echoed in my head like a haunting whisper I couldn't escape.
I stared at Kelvin, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
Why would he ask me that?
I felt Carmen's words creeping back into my head like vines, wrapping tight around my mind.
‘He’s a player.’
‘He’s dangerous, Selene.’
‘You’re his next target.’
Could she be right?
I swallowed hard, trying not to let the uneasiness on my face show. “Why are you asking me that?” I shot back, keeping my voice guarded.
Kelvin chuckled lightly, tilting his head to the side. “Is it wrong to ask? You’re a beautiful girl. I’m just curious.”
I should’ve felt flattered. Maybe a few minutes ago, I would’ve even blushed. But now… it felt like a trap.
I glanced away from him, pretending to admire the sky. “You don’t strike me as the type who’s just... curious.”
Kelvin leaned against the wall beside me, his arms folded. “Then what type do I strike you
