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Sebastian parked himself right in front of me like a six-foot homman all “Eleanor is my wife. You show up at my place in the middle of the night harassing her, and your think that’s got nothing to do with me?
Daniel swallowed. Lond.
I could heat it from behind Sebastian’s shoulder.
Even when he straightened up and tried to match Sebastian’s height, he still had to tip his chirs just to make eye contact.
“You didn’t marry her willingly, right? It she’s got something on you pictures, whatever-1 can help. She blackmailed you, didn’t she?”Wow. Willow Granger really had him out here reading off a script.
They’d convinced themselves I’d somehow blackmailed Sebastian into marrying me.
What did they think I had on him? Dick pics? The nuclear launch codes?
I poked my head out from behind Sebastian.
“You are delusional.”Gently, Sebastian nudged me back.
The next second, his fist connected with Daniel’s other cheek. Dead centre.
Now his face was finally symmetrical. Swollen on both sides like a rotten melon.
Daniel staggered backwards, arms flailing like someone had yanked the battery out of his spine.
Sebastian didn’t let up.
While Daniel was still trying to figure out which direction gravity was pulling him, Sebastian calmly slipped off his watch and shoved it into his pocket.
Then he cracked his neck and grabbed Daniel by the collar.
And started swinging.
One punch.
Then another.
And another.
Until I’d lost count.
Until Daniel was spitting blood and barely holding himself upright, body folding like wet cardboard.
And Sebastian still wasn’t done.
He let Daniel drop like a sack of compost.
Then he strolled over and stomped him in the gut.
Not once.
Repeatedly.
Real slow. Real controlled.
Every hit got another mouthful of blood out of Daniel, like some horrific vending machine.
“Sebastian!” I lunged forward, grabbing his arm with both hands.
“Jesus, you’ll kill him! Stop!”He turned to look at me.
I almost flinched.
His eyes were so blue they were almost black, holding a kind of still fury that made my stomach twist.
I’d seen him pissed before, but this was something else.
This was execution mode.
My fingers trembled on his arm, and I dropped them.
“Sebastian, please stop.”If he wouldn’t, I might be forced to come to Daniel’s defence, as much as I hated doing that.
But whatever switch had flipped inside him… switched back.
His face emptied out. Blank again.
He blinked, once, and the violence vanished.
Then he looked at my wrist, the one Daniel had grabbed earlier.
He stepped closer and took it in his hand like it was made of glass.
His thumb brushed over the skin.
I didn’t need a mirror to know it looked bad-deep red, starting to purple, ugly against my pale skin.
He hurt you,” he said in a soft voice, way too soft for someone who just played Mortal Kombat with my ex.
I’m fine. It’s nothing. Looks worse than it is.” I tried to pull away, but his grip tightened just slightly.
Not rough. Just firm enough to freeze me.
“Come with me,” he said.
“I’ll put something on it.”He started walking me towards his flat like it was already decided)
Which, knowing him, it probably was.
Behind us, Daniel groaned like a dying raccoon.
Then his voice came out, all wet and wheezy.
You… you can’t do this… this is assault… I’ll call the cops… I’m calling the fucking cops…”He reached for his pocket with a shaky hand, only to realise his phone had flown halfway down the hallway.
It was lying in the corner, completely out of reach.
He started crawling for it.
Didn’t even get ten centimetres before a shiny leather shoe came down on his hand. Hard.
Daniel froze.
His eyes travelled up-sleek suit trousers, crisp jacket, perfectly calm rage-until he met Sebastian’s eyes.
That shut him right up.
Sebastian looked down like Daniel was something stuck to his sole.
“Yeah, call the cops. Let’s tell them you stole an access card, broke in after midnight, and tried to assault and kidnap my wife. Definitely a 911 moment.”
“I didn’t… I wasn’t kidnapping Elean, I just-“
“Shut the fuck up.”Sebastian pressed harder on his hand.
Daniel let out a guttural squeal and bit his tongue.
Sebastian pulled out his phone and made a call, voice calm enough to scare me more than the shouting.
Two security guards showed up so fast I thought they’d been hiding behind the curtains.
One grabbed Daniel’s left arm, the other his right.
“Mr Laurent, this is on us. We’ll have him taken to the station immediately. Won’t happen again, sir.”When the hallway finally emptied and all the testosterone cleared out, Sebastian turned to me, caught my wrist again, and led me into his place.
“You’re hurt,” he said.
“Let me see what I can do. Then we’ll go to the hospital, just to be sure.”I’m fine. Seriously.” My voice didn’t sound super convincing, mostly because I was too busy eyeing the minimalist murder-den he called a flat.
It looked exactly like the place across from my old apartment.
Black, white, grey.
Everything sharp edged and spotless.
Not a single personal object.
Not even a coffee mug.
I sat on the sofa-if you could call it that, it felt like a furniture showroom display and tried not to fidget Sebastian crouched in front of me with a first aid kit, ignoring my objection.
My wrist throbbed, but what made me flinch wasn’t the pain.
It was the memory of that look in his eyes earlier.
That ice-cold, controlled violence.
He paused, fingers just above my skin, and glanced up.
Guess he noticed.
“Are you upset I hit Daniel Granger?”His voice wasn’t smug or apologetic.
Just… quiet.
Too quiet for a man who nearly beat someone into a coma five minutes ago.
If I hadn’t grabbed his arm when I did, he probably would’ve finished the job.
I wasn’t scared for Daniel; I was scared Sebastian might actually kill the guy.
When I didn’t answer, he went back to dabbing antiseptic on my wrist.
I could tell from the slightly downturned shape of his mouth that he was stewing in it.
I’d been in love with Daniel for years.