Agnar's Pov
I watched as she opened the door and slipped out, leaving room for Sebastian to come in.
“Hello, Serene,” said that bastard as he took her hand and raised it to his mouth.
A wisp of a smile touched her lips. “Hello, Sebastian.”
“Had a nice night?”
“Yes, I did. Thank you,” she said.
I raised an eyebrow at the reply.
I doubted if she indeed had a nice night — with seeing the NightMarchers yesterday evening and being consumed by her plans for Roman, I doubted if she'd had a nice night in a long while.
Sebastian entered the room and shut the door close. His eyes swept over the desk and landed on Serene’s teacup.
“Been playing the charming British host, I see.”
“Just the charming host,” I corrected. “Nothing British about it, but I don't blame you. It's something you can't
