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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Sebastain
I smiled down at Skye as she remained asleep in my arms, trying to soothe her a little because I could tell she always had trouble sleeping.
But the door to her bedroom creaked open, and my eyes shot over to it.
I watched sharply as a shadow entered the room, and I narrowed my eyes as it closed the door and gazed over at me.
"Oh," the shadow said then, voice oddly dark, "didn't know you were in here, Sebastain."
"I thought I told you that you're not allowed near her," I growled.
He only stood fully, watching me for a moment as if he hadn't planned for this.
"You cannot keep me away," he replied, "for I am your other half, aren't I? Who knows, maybe this is all in your head, and you're just trying to deal with your dark side."
I lowered my voice, Skye still passed out in my arms. "Don't touch her, understand? Or I swear I will kill you."
"You and I both know I cannot die," he replied smugly, still standing by the door.
"Don't make me test that theory," I said, eyes darkening.
"Am I supposed to be scared?" he asked me, laughing. "Ooh, look, lovey-dovey Sebastain threatening a monster that ten times worse than him!"
"I'm not afraid of you," I said to him, seething. "I never was."
He chuckled, glancing over at me. "You never were, but you should be."
I glared.
"There are so many things that could be done to a girl," the shadow told me, making my jaw lock. "So many things that could be done to a poor, innocent girl. Killing's easy, so that's not happening first. No, maybe I could skin her." I felt my vision tint with red as anger swelled inside me. "Or I could force bleach down her throat. I could kill her slowly, make her feel pain in every way possible. I could whip her, stab her, or maybe shoot every limb and have her cry and try to crawl away from me, and then when she loses all hope in you, I'd finally kill her, loving that I caused her so much pain."
"You're a monster," I growled.
He glanced over in amusement. "I am you."
"You are not me," I told him, "and you never were."
"I am you, and you are me," he told me, "and it has forever been that way, Sebastian. You have no control over me."
"And you have no control over me," I told him. "I will find you, and I will kill you in the worst way possible."
"I'm better with the threats," he told me, laughing. "Seriously, all you do is use plain words like; 'kill,' and 'worst.' You need to describe it, come on now."
