The Morning After
POV: Serenye
Panic. Pure, ice-cold panic flooded through me as Lyanna knocked again.
"Dad? Serenye? Please, I just want to make sure she's okay."
Sebastian's eyes met mine, and I saw my own fear reflected back at me. His daughter. My best friend. Standing on the other side of that door while I wore nothing but his jacket, smelling like s*x and him and terrible decisions.
"Bathroom," Sebastian mouthed, pointing to a door I hadn't noticed in the corner.
I practically ran to it, closing myself inside. My reflection in the small mirror above the sink was a disaster. Hair wild and tangled from his hands. Lips swollen and red from his kisses. Mascara smudged beneath my eyes from crying. And worst of all, dark purple marks blooming along my neck and collarbone where he'd b
