Aurora's POV
"What did you just say?"
My voice comes out wrong. Too thin. Too sharp. I can hear the crack in it, and I hate that he can probably hear it too.
Sebastian didn't turn around. He's still facing Damien, his shoulders a hard line against the smoke curling up from the wrecked car. His hands are at his sides, but his fingers are curled into fists so tight I can see the knuckles straining white even in the dark.
"Sebastian."
Nothing.
"Look at me."
He turns then. Slow. Controlled. Like every movement costs him something he wasn't planning to spend tonight. When his eyes finally meet mine, they're not the cold, calculating eyes I saw at dinner. They're something else. Something rawer. Something that looks almost like grief.
"You heard me," he says.
"I heard words that didn't
