Aria’s eyes blazed with fury as she whirled on Sebastian, her voice trembling with the force of her emotions. “What the actual hell is wrong with you!” she demanded, her anger crashing through the thin veil of composure she clung to. Sebastian, now leaning casually against the very railing where he had nearly dislocated Henri’s arm, regarded her with a lazy, almost amused expression.
He quirked a brow, the corners of his lips twitching into the barest hint of a smirk. “Excuse me?” His voice was smooth, unruffled by her outburst. “Shouldn’t you be thanking me right now?” There was a dark undercurrent to his tone, a mocking edge that made it clear he found her anger more amusing than concerning.
Aria’s breath hitched, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she fought to steady herself. Bu
