Sebastian leaned back on the sofa, rubbing his hands together as if trying to muffle the weight of his own words.
“I don’t expect you to forgive me,” he finally said. “But I need you to understand that I wasn’t lying when I said I wanted to help. Lucas… James… they’re not just your problem. They’re mine too.”
I crossed my arms, staring at the floor. “Then stop speaking in riddles. If you want me to trust you, give me something concrete.”
Sebastian took a deep breath, his shoulders tense. “There are things I should have told you sooner…”
I crossed my arms, trying to compose myself. “So you’ve been hiding something important from me all this time?”
“It wasn’t about deceiving you,” he said quickly. “It was about protecting you until I understood what James and Lucas were really planning.
