Selene’s POV
I know the words are a mistake the moment they leave my lips.
It was one thing to tell Bastien Lila isn’t his pup. It was another to instruct him to forget about us, but suggesting we’ll never see each other again was akin to waving a red flag in front of an angry bull – and all three together? Well, that was just stupid.
Bastien lunges toward me, tangling one large hand in my hair and tugging my head back so that I’m forced to look him in the eye. His molten silver gaze bores into me, and his mouth hovers mere inches above my own. My breasts graze the muscled contours of his abdomen, and Luna whine needily in my head.
“What did you just say?” Bastien snarls, hitching me up against him.
“I–” I stammer uselessly, not following his train of thought.
“Say it, Selene.” H
