7
Sebastian
I’d just sat down for lunch when someone pounded on my door. I glared at it, hoping whoever was there would give up after a few seconds and go away.
I was wrong.
The pounding continued, telling me whoever was outside my home really wanted to get in for some reason.
I set my sandwich down and sighed heavily. I didn’t have long for lunch, but apparently, I was going to have even less time.
I stomped to the door and yanked it open, nearly getting punched in the face when Zoey raised her hand to pound on the door again. She was out of breath and sweating. Anger drew lines across her face, around her mouth and eyes. She stared at me for half a second, her narrowed eyes shrouded. She looked behind me into the cabin I’d called home for the better part of the last decade, then pu
