Chapter 21
Sebastien didn’t ask what I was doing there. Didn’t flutter and worry over my SHRITA uniform or my lack of shoes. Instead, the professor’s eyes narrowed ever so slightly, then he grabbed my arm and pulled me inside.
The door clicked closed behind my back, shutting out the noise and excitement that currently filled the overactive base. And in the sudden silence, I found myself sucking in great gulps of Sebastien’s scent as if I’d been drowning and was just now breaking the surface that allowed me to breathe.
Old books, warm sunlight, fresh air. His signature aroma enfolded me like a pack mate’s arms, and I leaned into Sebastien’s presence to soak up more of his strength.
Unfortunately, increased proximity illuminated regrettable relics of my mate’s recent k********g, which th
