Although Arwen had just left the room, watching her figure grow distant unsettled Aiden's heart.
His face darkened, and his jaws tightened.
"Aiden," Selene called softly.
His gaze snapped towards her —cold and sharp.
She almost flinched, but then quickly composed herself.
"You already attended to her injury. She will be fine. Don't worry —"
"What did you say to her, Selene?" Aiden cut in, refusing to chase the circles.
Selene blinked at him, feigning complete confusion. "What do you mean, Aiden?" Her brows furrowed as she pointed a finger at herself. "Are you suggesting that I said or did something to hurt her?" Her eyes widened in disbelief as she shook her head. "How could you even think something like that?"
Aiden didn't respond. He just kept looking at her.
Selene remembered how he had looked at Arwen earlier. His eyes had been dark —but it was not cruel. They had softened, held concern, even tenderness.
