Zavian’s POV

Upon unmasking, my hands grew weak.

“What the fuck!”

It was Selina. Even Velvet, whom I turned to look at, couldn't bring herself to believe this is what she was seeing.

The moment Selina regained consciousness, I knew I had to question her. She was bruised and weak, but she tried to speak with a defiant tone. I could see her fear mixed with anger, and it made my blood boil.

“Tell me everything,” I demanded, keeping my voice low but firm. “Why would you and your father send assassins after me? Why target Velvet? Your own sister?”

Selina swallowed hard, her eyes flicking nervously to the ground...