The next week is a blurred.
True to his promise, Sebastian didn't show a hint of his emotions after that night. For that matter, neither did I. We both acted the way we should; like partners.
And the fact that we're close to the finish line only fuels our will to keep focused.
We hadn't really slept since the past week, only dozed off occasionally. Which is precisely why I wake up in the noon to the sound of a growl.
My eyes snap open, hands already fumbling to get the revolver out of the waistband of my jeans. There's only one bullet left, is my only thought as I spring to my feet.
My eyes dart in every direction, but I see nothing that could be a threat. Then it dawns to me;
Where did Sebastian go?
Tucking the revolver away, I start forward, a frown on my face. Where the hell is h
