SEBASTAIN’S POV
I shoved the essays into my briefcase, the rustle of papers a poor distraction from the chaos of my thoughts, Isabella’s tears and her pale cheeks. I snapped the briefcase shut, my knuckles whitening, and strode toward the lecture hall door. The room was still—the kind of stillness I wanted in my mind, but couldn’t find. My boots echoed on the polished floor, each step a battle to bury the mate bond pulsing in my chest. Fate’s truly a cruel bastard for handing me this mess on a freaking platter.
Just as I made my move to open the hall doors a shadow barged in. Vanessa, her black hair gleaming under the fluorescents, she closed the door and leaned against it, her blue eyes glinting with intent. Her minions were not with her this time and it looked like she was back with h
