The next morning, Sebastian sat propped against the headboard, replaying every filthy frame of last night's dream. One thought kept circling his mind like a wolf stalking prey.
'God, if only that had been real.'
If he could actually bury himself inside Scarlett, even once, the man would've gladly traded two years of his life for it.
He let out a heavy breath, got dressed, and stepped out of the bedroom. Vincent stood in the living room, stuffing clothes into a suitcase.
"The pack's sending me to the neighboring territory to handle some border disputes. I'll be gone a few days," Vincent said without looking up. "Mind holding things down here while I'm away?"
"Yeah. Sure," Sebastian said, a little too quickly.
The second Vincent's car pulled out of the driveway, Sebastian ducked into t
