Sebastian POV
The buzzer at the front door cut through the quiet kitchen. I set the coffee pot down, my muscles stiffening instantly.
"I will get it," I told Elliot, stepping toward the short hallway.
Elliot sat at the kitchen island, wrapped in my oversized black T-shirt and gray fleece pajama pants, looking small against the high leather stool. His face was pale, his fingers gripping a warm mug of tea as he fought the deep soreness in his muscles. He didn't argue, just nodding as he watched me walk toward the entrance.
I pulled the heavy wood door open.
"You look like you're ready to punch a hole through the wall, Cap," Marsh chuckled, stepping past me without an invitation.
Marsh was my top defensive partner on the Kings—a mountain of a man with a thick beard and a n
