Sebastian's POV
"Your record won't matter if the Council decides you've violated tradition," Edward said quietly. "You know how traditionalists are. They care more about propriety than results."
I took a long drink of the whiskey, feeling it burn down my throat. He was right. They were both right. But I couldn't bring myself to care.
All I could think about was Serenye. Her tears. Her pain. The way she'd felt in my arms, so right despite everything that should have made it wrong.
"What are you going to do?" Marcus asked, sitting across from me.
"I don't know yet," I admitted.
"You could reject her," Edward suggested carefully. "Publicly. At the meeting. It would satisfy the Council."
My wolf snarled at the suggestion, and I felt my eyes flash gold again.
"No," I said flatly. "That'
