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“Why do you have Eleanor’s phone?”
“Because she’s my wife. Problem?”Daniel swore.
“Put her on. Now.”Sebastian leaned back against the hallway wall.
“She’s sleeping. She’s tired. Whatever you want to say, say it to me. I’ll pass it on.”
Another long pause. Then: “She’s sleeping? In your house?”Sebastian chuckled.
“She’s my wife. Whose house should she be in?”He added, lying easily: “She’s in our bed right now.”He should’ve hung up the moment he heard Daniel’s voice.
Normally, he would have.
Tonight, he wanted to hear the bastard crack.
He glanced down at the strain in his trousers.
There was a faint clicking on the line-Daniel, gnashing his teeth.
“So?” he asked again “What’s so urgent you had to ring my wife in the middle of the night?
“I’m not talking to you,” Daniel snapped “I want to see her. In perso Can you tell her that?
“Sure”Sebastian ended the call, deleted the record, and blocked the number He returned to the bedroom and set the phone gently on the night and Eleanor hadn’t stirred. One cheek was still flushed from the alcool He stood there longer than he meant to.
Then turned away.
He headed downstairs to the gym.
His body was coiled tight and had nowhere to unload it.
He messaged Dominic.
[Daniel Granger’s got too much time on his hands. Give Granger Development some problems to solve.]
He had pushed for the Daniel-Catherine wedding, assuming the man would shut up and behave once married to the woman he’d betrayed Eleanor for.
But he hadn’t accounted for Jace. Or the size of Catherine’s lie. Or the fallout.
Now this.
Daniel was sniffing around again.
Sebastian wouldn’t allow it.
He stayed in the gym for half an hour, hammering the punching bag until his knuckles throbbed.
Then he took a freezing shower.
Sunlight hit my face like a slap.
I cracked my eyes open and immediately regretted it.
My mouth was dry. My back ached. My thighs felt like I’d done squats in six-inch heels, which I hadn’t.
I couldn’t move. I was wrapped in the duvet like a corpse.
I groaned, kicked the damn thing off, and sat up.
My hair stuck to the side of my face. My left earring was gone.
The room smelled like fresh linen and faint cologne-Sebastian’s.
Right. He’d dragged me out of the bar.
Everything after that was static.
I grabbed my phone from the nightstand.
Eight-twelve.
My head throbbed behind my eyes.
I showered, threw on clean clothes, and made it halfway to the stairs before my phone buzzed.
I picked up.
“Yvaine. I’m never going to order that drink again-“
“Elean, are you with Sebastian?” Her voice was raspy. Shaky.
“Tell him to come. Cassian’s about to get his head knocked off. Emmett’s gone psycho!”
“Wait, what? Slow down.”Yvaine sniffled. She sounded like she’d been crying.
She was mumbling and barely coherent. I couldn’t catch half of it “Okay, slow down. I’m listening Just-“
“Come! Hurry! Her voice dropped to a scared whisper.
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“She told me that after we left the bar, she called him to pick her up. He brought her to the villa, and apparently… he stayed the night.”Sebastian raised an eyebrow.
“Emmett flew back this morning. Went to drop something off. Rang the bell. Cassian opened the door. Shirtless. Emmett saw red. That’s when the punching started.”Even saying it out loud didn’t make it make sense.
“I still can’t believe it,” I muttered.
“Cassian and Yvaine? I’ve never seen them act like they even liked each other.”Sebastian nodded slowly.
“Last I checked, they couldn’t stand each other.”
“Exactly. Every time they met, they argued. And Cassian’s friends with Emmett, right? I always thought Yvaine treated him like a spare older brother.”I tried calling her again. Straight to voicemail. My stomach clenched.
“Shit,” I mumbled.
“What if something’s actually wrong?”Sebastian reached over and squeezed my hand.
“I’ve only met Emmett a few times, but he struck me as level-headed. Not the type to commit manslaughter. Cassian’ll survive.”
“Let’s hope so.”He wasn’t speeding, but the tyres still kicked up grit. We pulled into Lakeside Reserve in under thirty minutes.
Yvaine’s villa sat quiet and still. Every blind was drawn.
I rang the bell and called out, “Yvaine? You in there?”
It took her a while to answer. The door eased open.
“Elean, finally,” she said, voice rasping.
Her eyes were swollen. Wet streaks marked both cheeks.
I touched her jaw. Her skin felt hot, blotchy.
“Let us in. Start from the beginning.”We barely stepped through the entryway before I spotted it-a streak of dried blood running across the marble tiles. It led past the hallway rug and disappeared into the living room.
Cassian was on the sofa, half-sprawled, head tilted back against the cushions.
Someone had shoved him into a loose white loungewear set, but the collar was crusted red. Blood dotted the fabric, especially down the left side.
His lip was split. One eye was nearly swollen shut. His chest rose, barely.
To his right sat a man in a charcoal suit, cuffs rolled, top buttons undone.
He was wiping blood off a sleek silver watch with the same care I used on opals.
His knuckles were red.
Yvaine had told me once she’d rather break both ankles than pissf her big brother.
She might run wild in clubs and mouth off at their parents, but whin Emmett said “home”, she folded.
Looking at him now, I could sympathise with her.
Sebastian came in behind me and shut the door quietly.
He stopped in front of the sofa, glanced down at Cassian’s face, and said flatly, “He needs a hospital. Now.” Yvaine sniffled.
“Emmett won’t let me. He wouldn’t even let me open the door. I think he actually meant to kill him.”I turned.
“What the hell happened?”Her voice was steadier now, but her hands kept fidgeting with the Hem of her hoodie.
“He showed up unannounced. Cassian answered the door, shirtless. He lost his mind.”I darted a look at Emmett. He hadn’t said a word so far, just gave Sebastian an acknowledging nod when he came in.
“I don’t see what the big deal was,” Yvaine muttered.
“Cassian used to be around all the time. Mum and Dad trust him. Emmett did too. He even asked him to keep an eye on me a couple of times when he was travelling.”
“I asked him to look out for you, not take you to bed.” Emmett looked up.
Yvaine bit her lip. Her eyes filled again.
“He didn’t fight back. Not once. You didn’t have to beat him up until he collapsed!”She looked at me.
“I had to drag him to the couch. I got him dressed while Emmett smashed his phone. I couldn’t call anyone. I didn’t dare “So you called me,” I said.
She nodded, lips trembling.
“I didn’t even finish the call. Emmett snatched my phone.”Cassian let out a low, wet groan. His fingers twitched.
“He’s losing too much blood,” Yvaine whispered.