Sebastian's POV
"You are late," she said the moment I pushed the door open, and I stopped in the doorway and looked at her standing in the centre of the room with her arms folded and her grey eyes sharp and something in my chest moved in the way it had been moving since the first night in the rain, that particular recognition that had never dulled.
"By four minutes," I said.
"Three minutes and forty-seven seconds," she said. "I counted."
"Of course you did." I stepped inside and closed the door behind me and looked at her properly for the first time since the afternoon, since the conversation in my study that had ended with the word she refused to acknowledge and that I had spent the evening turning over quietly in the part of my mind that was not occupied with Kael and Harrow and the
