GIADA
Sebastian spots us immediately when Jacqueline pulls up to the Packhouse. Arms crossed and barefoot, he’s wearing only a pair of basketball shorts as he talks to what looks like some of his guards. Dust and dirt cover his body and he looks as menacing as ever, brooding over whatever they say.
“Oh, he’s pissed,” Jacqueline says slowly.
“Mhmm,” I mumble.
“Any news about mom?” Jacqueline asks as we make our way to him.
“Dad and Luke are still out tracking her scent. A group of our best who weren’t badly injured went along with them.” The whole time he speaks to her, his eyes are fixed on the gauze on my arm. “What were you thinking? You purposely disobeyed me and you could’ve been hurt, Giada.” His eyebrows slam down and he frowns.
“I wasn’t, though.”
Now is not the time to ar
