Sebastian POV
My eyes lingered on Ember's unconscious face. Her lips were pale and bluish and her palms cold. I would've thought she'd died if not for her chest that kept rising and falling as she breathed.
“Why are hands this cold?” I muttered, trying to warm them up by exhaling on them, trying to use the warmth from my mouth to heat them up a little.
The sun casted a golden yellow light in the room. It's as if the sun knew my worries and was gloomy too. I once more looked at Ember, I truly admire her bravery and sincerity. She went as far as letting someone who wanted her dead to heal by drinking her blood…
“How can I stop loving a softie like you?” I smiled, brushing her hair to the side.
As much as I felt gratitude towards Ember, I couldn't help but doubt Rihanna's intentions. Why
