14. Where is Soloman?

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I woke up in my dorm the next morning, staring at the ceiling.

I still felt tired for some reason. My guess is the letter from my supposed aunt had my brain working overtime even when I was asleep. Everything I'd known about my family thus far was a lie. I knew that. But I would have never been prepared to potentially meet a family member who didn't hate me now. Or fear what I am and want to be.

I had to be careful though. It seemed she was tangled up in something sinister. This could very well also be a trap.

There was also everything that happened with Sebastian.

My face flushed pink. His affections were genuine and sweet. As were mine. But we swore it was just for that night. I was crazy to think my affections were not as strong as I initially thought.

Last night proved that I was undoubtedly in love with Sebastian Sallow.

But we both knew it wasn't our time yet. I know he said asking me to wait was childish. But I was going to. I only wanted him. I don't know when it would be  our time but it had to come soon.

I hoped it would. Because I had no idea how I was supposed to keep my affections for him to myself after last night.

I groaned and shoved my pillow onto my face letting out a muffled scream.

Thankfully the dorm was empty. So none of my dorm mates could see my mild frustration on display.

I sighed and got out of bed. It was maybe only 9 in the morning. Sebastian and Ominis had to be awake by now. We had to talk about the letter. Something told me it had to do with what we were already chasing.

I quickly dressed myself in a casual button up and skirt, before grabbing the letter out of the book I slipped it in and heading to the boys dormitories.

I didn't see them in the common room so they had to still be in their room.

I knocked on the door and waited. Somewhat hoping Ominis would answer rather than Sebastian. I wasn't sure how to face him after last night.

The door opened, as my eyes shifted to the figure before me.

Sebastian stood in the doorway, shirtless, in pajama bottoms. He looked as though he had just woken up.

I stared for a millisecond before quickly spinning around, with a soft shriek.

He was shirtless! I'd never seen him unclothed. And it was highly in appropriate. But why would he answer the door that way!

" Sebastian! Where is your shirt!" I gasped, full of fluster.

" Oh.. uhm.. I apologize." He mumbled.

I stared directly straight ahead of me. " Nevermind!! Just— get dressed!! We need to talk about last night af—"

" Whoa whoa—" he said quickly. I could hear him fumbling with the door as he stepped out shutting it behind me.

I still didn't dare to turn back around. But it didn't matter, he quickly stepped in front of me with a concerned expression.

I caught another glimpse of his chest. He was much more defined than I would have imagined to be honest. Then again I'd never really thought about him in this state.

What am I doing!

I quickly turned my head averting him entirely. " Oh Merlin—!"

" but last night we agreed it was just for last night. And while I admit I'm really struggling right now to—" he rambled.

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