Ravenna's POV
Diana had just finished her little performance. Her soft smiles, careful words, so polished you'd need gloves to handle them, and she was turning toward the door when a sharp shriek split the air.
Marissa and I both looked toward the foyer, standing up abruptly.
"Ah—oh!" Diana pitched forward on the last marble step like a swan shot mid-flight. But she didn't hit the floor.
A pair of long arms caught her.
It was Sebastian.
He appeared from the corridor like he'd stepped out of a cologne ad—tall, lean, impeccably dressed in a charcoal shirt open at the throat, hair perfect like he had spent hours on it, and knowing him, it was a possibility. His reflexes were quick and filled with unpracticed chivalry; he steadied her by the waist, the movement fluid, and f
