Sebastian’s POV
He sat on the leather sofa overlooking the London skyline. It was a starless night, the moon’s rays smothered by heavy, glowing clouds. Below, the city buzzed with artificial life, yet it was nothing compared to the absolute darkness residing within the sanctity of this room.
“Report,” Sebastian said, his voice a cold blade slicing through the silence.
The figure in the shadows flicked on a tablet. “The mole reports success, sir. The psychological pressure on Finlay Kingston is taking its toll. It’s the perfect distraction. Also, our spy confirmed that Autumn fainted a few days ago.”
Sebastian didn’t move. “From what?”
“Pregnancy,” the subordinate uttered.
“Oh? Another child.” Sebastian turned away from the window, a wide, predatory grin stretching across his face. He
