Author's pov
While Cecilia was casually chatting with Simon on the sidewalk, she had no idea she had an audience--and not the kind that claps politely.
Half a block away, parked in a sleek black Mercedes with tinted windows and a mood to match, Sebastian watched like a man moments from burning down a city block.
His jaw clenched tighter with every laugh Simon coaxed from her.
In the driver's seat, Beta Sawyer was visibly uncomfortable.
His fingers tapped an anxious rhythm on the steering wheel as he glanced at his Alpha, then back at the pair on the sidewalk.
"Should I pretend not to see this or pray you don't do something stupid?" he muttered under his breath. Not that anyone was listening.
When Cecilia finally drove off, unaware of the storm cloud trailing her, Beta Sawyerstarted
