Sebastian reclined on the bed, the picture of composed arrogance, one arm draped lazily behind his head as he watched Aria. Her pacing was frantic, and yet even in her fury, she moved with a natural grace that held his attention far more than it should.
He was enjoying this. Probably too much.
Sinking deeper into the plush pillows that smelled of her, Sebastian allowed himself a fleeting smirk, his fingers drumming lazily on the bedspread. His mind, however, was anything but relaxed. The events of the night still churned within him, a simmering anger bubbling beneath his cool mask. He couldn’t stop replaying the sight of her on the floor, vulnerable and hurt, the bastards who’d dared lay a hand on her.
The pounding he’d given them didn’t feel like enough.
No, the damage needed to be mo
