"What—what for?" she breathed, clenching the phone tightly at her side, refusing to let it go.
But he didn't intend to be ignored. Instead of answering, he wrenched the device from her grasp. Selina's breath hitched as she watched him silently.
He began scrolling through her message threads and recent calls, his thumb moving with a casual, terrifying arrogance.
"If you're trying to have me arrested," he murmured, his voice low and grating, "I'll make sure you don't make it out of this building before the police even pull into the lot."
Satisfied that the meeting was safe, he leisurely extended the phone back to her. In his twisted mind, he believed he held all the reins. He thought he was breaking a desperate woman, failing to realize that Selina had spent years learning to be smarter, more strategic, and—when necessary—just as manipulative as the cruel world that had discarded her.
