Cecilia's pov
I was suddenly pulled against a wall of solid muscle.
Sebastian's dominant scent invaded every pore of my body.
The pressure around my waist tightened gradually, and cool, slender fingers gently tilted my chin upward until I met his eyes, narrowed and gleaming with dangerous intensity.
"Why are you so eager to get her out?" His voice was unusually gentle.
He meant Harper. The girl I'd just dragged out of the house like a human shield.
"...To protect me." I grimaced, my expression pleading.
Sebastian leaned down, his face hovering inches from mine.
His warm breath carried the scent of whiskey as it brushed against my cheek. "What do you need protection from, Ms. Moore? What danger are you facing that I can't handle myself?"
His voice was deep and indulgent, almost ten
