Sebastian's pov
I tilted my head slightly as Cecilia's fingers pressed insistently against my mouth, as if trying to feed me something invisible--but clearly important.
"Could you be a bit gentler with the offering?" I murmured through her fingers, my voice low and wry, carried off by the breeze with just enough gravel to make it sound like a private joke.
Cecilia blinked at me, wide-eyed and utterly sincere, then pressed her palm back over my mouth with renewed determination.
"Mr. Wolf," she said solemnly, "you need to eat properly. If you get too skinny, you won't be handsome anymore."
I barely managed to contain my amusement.
She sounded like a kindergarten teacher scolding a particularly vain husky.
Drunk Cecilia followed a logic all her own--equal parts fairy tale, fever dream,
