Morning sleepyhead," Sebastian greeted as I trudged into the kitchen the next morning. "You look like death. Did the storm keep you up?"
My eyes shot to Vincent, who was at the table already, eating a plate of scrambled eggs. "A little bit," I murmured, dropping my gaze.
Sebastian chuckled. "I thought so. Your heart was beating awfully fast. I would have kept you comfort but..."
"Ah, no, that's okay," I responded quickly. "You probably had more important things to do."
"Mm," he replied noncommittally. "If you ever need someone, don't hesitate to call me. I'll hear you."
I smiled at him. "Well thank you."
Vincent snorted loudly, earning a glare from his brother. Ignoring him, I headed towards the stove where a pan of scrambled eggs resided. After scooping a generous helping onto a con
