Cecilia's pov
The second I heard his voice, my spine went rigid like someone had flipped the "fight or flight" switch.
I turned slowly to find Sebastian standing in the doorway, rain dripping from his hair and soaking the shoulders of his black coat.
He looked like he'd walked straight out of a noir film--all shadows and silent brooding..
His eyes met mine, unreadable as fog rolling off a mountain lake.
Still that maddening calm.
"I slept perfectly well," I said with forced brightness, the kind reserved for family dinners and awkward office parties.
I grabbed for the tissue box on the coffee table like it was a lifeline, using it as an excuse to break our eye contact.
A few sheets in hand, I crossed the room and handed them to him.
"Your hair's soaked," I said, tone clinically pol
