Eyes narrowed and cold, Sevastyan turned to stalk from the room.
"I will discuss things with him, and all will be fine," Paxan assured me, even as his face showed worry.
I started after Sevastyan, saying over my shoulder, "No, I need to go talk to him." I sped through the doorway out into the gallery, trailing after him. "Just wait, Sevastyan!"
Shoulders bunched with tension, he didn't slow. The panic I'd felt just moments before redoubled, now zooming in the other direction. What if I'd found the man who brought everything to the table? What if I'd just ruined things with him? "Sevastyan!" I followed him out the front doors onto the landing.
The last time we were here, he'd been kissing me possessively, laying claim. Now he was striding away from me, heading toward his Mercedes--to dr
