I let out a cold, humorless breath. “Drop the act, Brielle. I see your game clearly enough.”
Her head lifted slowly, and something shifted in her eyes.
The fear vanished.
The trembling stopped.
What remained was pure defiance.
“I was trying to be courteous, Selene,” she replied, her tone chillingly polite—polished, sharp, venomous.
The sudden change sent a flicker of shock through me, but I quickly swallowed it down. “So the mask finally cracks,” I said flatly.
Her lips twitched. “State your business. Your mate isn’t here.”
I pulled the small bag from my pocket and tossed it onto the table. “You seemed to have misplaced something.”
She opened the bag, and when she saw what lay inside, a slow, triumphant smile curled on her lips.
“Next time, don’t leave your underwear behind,” I told her, voice low and laced with fury.
Brielle chuckled—a soft, poisonous sound. “Oh, I didn’t forget it. He wanted something that reminded him of me… while he was stuck with you.”