THEY CALL HIM RECKLESS
That was an understatement.
Sebastian was the most attractive, dangerous, horrifying man in the entire state of Washington.
He had secrets, secrets in that dark past of him, and I always struggled to understand his motive.
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Skye
It was later that night, and I sat in the library about two blocks away from my house.
It was nice, honestly. Especially for a book nerd like me.
I could drive? I just didn't have a car. And it was sad, but I still came here.
Usually Neveah drove me places, or I just took my mom's car, but Neveah was tired after the arcade and mom as well as dad were gone on another business meeting.
I wasn't even slightly exhausted after the arcade; in fact, I'd never felt more awake in my life.
I just had nothing to do, and my mind was rushing. I needed something to do.
So when I was bored, I came here to do something other than thinking.
Sometimes—when I was entirely overwhelmed—I would come here to read a book on one of their comfortable couches, and I wouldn't stop reading until the book ended.
I was overwhelmed. That event with Sebastian scared me senseless, so I decided to do whatever I did when I was afraid...
And pretend it never happened.
It actually worked; believe it or not, and surprisingly, I wasn't as scared of Sebastian as I should've been.
He knew that I was having hallucinations... but he didn't know before which meant that he didn't know.
He shouldn't have been the cause of them.
I think I just needed to process things, and my brain was making me hallucinate to solve things. So I'd be fine.
Yeah, I'd be fine.
I continued reading a new novel by one of my favorite authors, and it was good; it was about an angel who fell in love with a human, and they had to go through great lengths to see each other.
It was like a weird version of Romeo and Juliet.
The male character kind of reminded me of Sebastian a bit; his personality. He was so snotty.
Why did I find egocentric males sexy?
That was concerning.
But—as I read—I heard a short cough next to me, and I gazed up in curiosity.
My lashes lowered.
Sebastian stood in the young adult section of the library, humming some off-key tune as his fingers scanned the spines of some books.
I shut my book and stood, setting it aside as I stepped over to him.
When I stopped, I crossed my arms, tapping my shoe impatiently.
Sebastian gazed down at me and smiled. "Oh, hey, Skye. You're here, too?"
"Give up the act," I said, "just say that you're following me."
