Ravyn’s heart dipped before her mind caught up. The headlights framed a silhouette—tall, broad shoulders, ripped arms, and a jawline molded by the goddess herself.
Her pulse spiked. No, it couldn’t be him.
But her gut whispered otherwise.
She sank low in the backseat, silently begging the taxi driver to keep going, but he only cleared his throat.
“Miss, this your stop or not?”
She cursed under her breath, shoved a few bills at him, and climbed out. The air was sharp and cold, doing nothing to steady her trembling heart.
“Ravyn,” he whispered the moment their eyes met.
“Sebastian,” she whispered back, struggling to keep her legs from giving out. “What are you doing here?” she asked flatly, proud her voice didn’t shake.
He smiled. That damn crooked smile that had melted her resolv
