We arrived at the address Sebastian had given me. Through the glass panels of the restaurant, I could see him standing there, waiting. My phone vibrated in my bag again. I didn’t need to look to know who it was, and I certainly didn't want to talk to him.
“You may leave,” I said to the driver as I prepared to get out.
“Ma’am, I can’t do that,” he replied, sounding hesitant.
“I am the one giving you an order. Leave. Now.” I stepped out of the car, catching a glimpse of his phone ringing again. I had no doubt it was Eric demanding an update.
As I stepped onto the pavement, the biting night air sent a chill through me.
“Autumn!” I heard Sebastian call out. He wasted no time taking off his jacket and draping it over my shoulders. “Are you okay?” His voice was etched with genuine concern.
