Sebastian's POV
"Something caught your eye, Sebastian?"
My uncle's voice reaches me a second after I start moving again.
I do not look at him immediately. I keep my pace even. My face gives him nothing. But I know exactly what he is talking about. I stopped. For the smallest fraction of a second, I stopped in the middle of a room I have walked into a thousand times in a thousand different versions and looked at one woman like everything else had still gone around her.
"No," I say.
Vincent studies me anyway. "You never stop walking for no reason."
"Then I must have had one."
He smiles at that, but it does not reach his eyes.
I take the glass a waiter offers me and let the cold settle into my hand. Across the room, Damien Cross still has his hand at the small of Aurora Sinclair's bac
