Sebastian POV
“My Lord,” Phillip came into my study where I was pacing around, trying to overcome the urge building up inside me. The frustration I felt speaking with Mariana for the first time in over a year mixed with the anger and sadness it brought me frightened me.
I don’t want to scare her. I don’t want to give her any more reason to hate me. Old urges resurfaced when she so adamantly demanded Dion Verlice and spewed nothing but hate towards me.
Memories of the linen delivery man, the one I discovered she had relations with while I was gone, began rearing their ugly head. When my loyal guards told me of her relationships while I was away, I discovered videos of them flirting out behind the mansion, often with him openly pining for her attention, even though she didn’t seem overly
