Chapter 9
SEBASTIAN’S POV
It was dawn. Soft, golden light poured in from the open windows, casting a warm glow that bounced around the corners and textured surfaces of my castle.
A mug of brewing coffee and a plate of crackers sat on the table in front of me. I took momentary sips and bites as I glanced through the pages of a local newspaper. I had woken up earlier than usual, due to obvious reasons.
Catherine sat at the end of the table, her coffee mug in her face with fingers curled tightly around it. I could feel her glaring at me from the corners of the mug. She was still wearing that red seductive nightwear from last night but draped it with a blanket that looked like a long scarf which she let fall off her shoulders, settling on the inside of her elbow that held it in place.
