Sebastian's pov
I watched her walk away--back straight, heels sharp against the floor.
A smile twitched at the corner of my mouth, automatic. It faded before it ever got real.
By the time she turned the corner, all I felt was cold.
I cleared my throat and picked up the phone.
"Evelyn."
"Sebastian. About what you mentioned last night--having Vance and me set up that connection for you. We heard back this morning, but... Vance thinks you should stay clear of these people. They're not exactly Sunday brunch types, and frankly, we're worried. You're a dear friend. We don't want you getting in too deep."
"I know what I'm doing," I said. "But thank you."
She hesitated. Then softened.
"Okay, come by tonight. We've got it arranged. Just... watch your back, alright?"
"Noted."
A pause. The
