For a heartbeat, neither of them moved. He didn’t blink. His eyes locked on her like she was something unreal,a shadow that would vanish if he so much as looked away.
His face stayed cold, carved in stone, but his chest rose faster, his throat working as if words were stuck there. He wanted to speak—she could see it—but nothing came out. He just stared.
A half-empty bottle of whiskey dangled from his fingers, the amber liquid catching the faint glow from the hallway. The smell of alcohol hung heavy in the air.
Delilah leaned lazily against the doorframe, her lips curling into a slow, cutting smile.“You own houses all over the world, Sebastian, and yet here you are—passed out in my bed? What happened? Couldn’t find a better place to drink?”
Her voice sliced through the silence, sharp an
