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“Seeing what?”Black coat. White T-shirt. Grey trousers.
He looked just like any other bar patron, except for the face.
That face stood out anywhere.
He stepped closer.
I reached out, the motion throwing me off balance.
He caught me.
“Sebastian!” Yvaine’s surprised shout confirmed I wasn’t hallucinating.
Sebastian’s solid warmth double-confirmed it.
“What’s going on?” he demanded.
“What are you doing here?” Yvaine asked at the same time.
“Let’s get out of here,” I said, lagging behind.
Yvaine picked up the explanation.
“We came out for a drink. Just a quick one. I was going to get Elean home right after. I know she’s got dinner plans with you. But then this guy”-she jabbed a toe at Daniel-‘rolled in drunk and miserable and started pouring out his soul. Elean wouldn’t give him the time of day, so he lay down on the floor and tried to roadblock us.”
“I got a text from Cassian. He told me Elean’s here.” Sebastian answered Yvaine’s earlier question before turning to me.
“Can you walk?”
“Yes,” I said, attempting a demonstration.
Not a straight line, but definitely forward-ish.
The world was still moving through gauze. I could hear everything and see everything, just not all in the right order.
Daniel was still flopping about on the floor.
Sebastian wrapped an arm around my waist and stepped over him-
And planted a foot down on Daniel’s outstretched arm.
Daniel let out a sharp yelp.
Sebastian glanced at Yvaine.
“You said she only had a quick one.”Yvaine shrank under his inquisitorial gaze.
“Well, yeah, two glasses, tops. But it was a rather strong blend.
She added sheepishly, “I told her to go slow.”
“I’m fine,” I mumbled “Hold up your hand I’ll count your fingers Sebastian’s voice dropped another ten degrees.
“What’s your address I’ll drop you oft Yvaine backed away “Nah, no need I’m good, really I can walk ally. And this place is owned by a friend. Don’t worry about me, just take care of Eleanor.”
Sebastian gave a curt nod Everything blurred again, I was scapped off the floor My vision swam upwards until I was looking up at his chin, lightly usted with stubble Eleanor.” Daniel groaned from the floor.
“I need to talk to you Sebastian walked right over him.
Daniel yelped, curled into a ball, but still managed to cling to Sebastians ankle with one hand.
Sebastian calmly stomped down on it. Ground it into the floor.
Daniel howled.
The cool evening air slapped some clarity into me as we stepped out of the bar.
I blinked a few times. Things sharpened a little.
Sebastian slid me into the back seat of the car, then climbed in after me.
That was when I noticed he was wearing indoor slippers.
The drive was quiet.
The car felt like a tomb, only the hum of the engine filling the silence.
I wasn’t sure when I nodded off. But eventually, the awkward seat angle woke me again.
I kept sliding off the leather.
So I inched closer to Sebastian and dropped my head on his thigh.
It was a hard pillow, but better than sliding into the footwell.
From this angle, all I could see was his Adam’s apple and the underside of his jaw, clenched tight.
The car braked suddenly.
I almost rolled right off him, but his hand shot out and caught me.
“Drive slower,” he barked at the driver.
“Sorry, boss.”I clung to his arm, waited for the nausea to roll past, then squirmed a bit, trying to find a more comfortable spot.
The knees were hard and digging into the back of my neck.
The thighs were solid as granite.
I shifted higher up.
His hand clamped down on my hip.
A warning: stop wriggling.
His other hand brushed my hair back from my forehead, then beg gently massaging my temple.
It felt nice.
I made a pleased little hum to let him know he should keep doing that.
My eyes fluttered shut, lulled by the I might have fallen asleep again, if not for “Do you still have feelings for him?”Pressure of his fingers.
It took me a long minute to figure out the question wasn’t a dream Because Sebastian repeated it. Do you still have feelings for him?”
“Who?”
“Daniel.”
“Daniel who?”
“Granger.”
“Granger who?”Sebastian’s chest rumbled overhead.
I blinked, trying to focus.
“Who’s that?”His grip on me loosened just a bit.
“A nobody.”
“Who’s a nobody?”
“Never mind.”My lagging brain finally caught up to the night’s events and landed on a question I probably should have asked ten minutes ago: “What are you doing here?”
“Where? This is my car. We’re going home.”
“At the bar.” I fumbled for my phone.
“What do you need?” He dug it out of my handbag for me.
“To check. For a bug. I didn’t tell you I was at that bar.” I didn’t even know I was going to be at that bar.
“I didn’t bug your phone.” A pause.
“Though, now that you mention it… Cassian texted me. Sent me a photo of you and Yvaine and … Daniel.”I wasn’t with Daniel.” I frowned.
I know” His voice softened.
“It’s just… seeing him there…”
“Look,” he said after a beat, I’m not trying to control you. It’s just, Daniel is married, and with all the mess surrounding him right now, if anyone sees you two together… it could get complicated”
“I’m not with him,” I said again, hating the idea.
I shifted in Sebastian’s arms, trying to pull myself up to eye level That failed, so I yanked him down instead Okay, I think I remember who Daniel Granger is now.”
“Who is he?”
“Gum on my shoe. Can’t get rid of him everywhere I go. Keeps poping up.”
“I like that answer.”I yawned.
“He wants a refund, you know.”
“What refund?”
“On the wedding. Catherine’s not who she claims to be, so he does “t want her anymore. He wants a re, re-” I snapped my fingers.
“I forgot the word. A return. Yes, a return.”Sebastian’s fingers, still massaging my temple, stopped.
“He wants a return? To the old status quo? To… you?”Rolling my eyes took too much effort when drunk, so I settled for derisive snort, which came out like a piggie grunt.
“He wishes.”