(Vivian's POV)My back pressed uncomfortably against the hard surface of the table as Sylvan loomed over me. His hands pinned my wrists firmly, not enough to hurt but definitely enough to keep me trapped."Answer me, Vivian," Sylvan demanded, his ice-blue eyes piercing into mine. "If not William, then who do you have feelings for?"I felt a wave of helplessness wash over me. After everything—the mate bond severance, the months of separation, the pain of his abandonment—he still thought he had the right to demand answers from me."Let go of me," I said, my voice surprisingly steady despite the turmoil inside me."Not until you answer my question," Sylvan insisted.Phoebe whimpered softly within me, confused and overwhelmed by the intensity of his presence. My wolf had been subdued since the Kevin Bane incident, and Sylvan's aggressive approach wasn't helping."You have some nerve," I finally said, anger replacing my initial shock. "You accuse me of betrayal while you've been with
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