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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Sebastian
When I woke early the next morning—yes, I sleep—I suddenly felt air cover me in a sudden cold...
My arms were empty.
I shot up from the bed, gasping as if I had a nightmare, and I glanced down to find the puppy still sleeping at the foot of the bed; in the same position he'd been in last night.
I looked around the room nervously.
Where was Skye?
But that's when I saw a small, female figure sitting on the windowsill, holding herself tightly as she stared up at the snowflakes drifting from the night sky.
She couldn't sleep, could she?
I mean... if I saw a woman die, then I wouldn't be able to either.
"Skye," I whispered, making her glance over at me, "come back to bed."
Her eyes glossed over with uncertainty, and she shook her head.
I dropped my hands. "Why not?"
She shook her head again.
I sighed and closed my eyes tightly, but I just slid off the bed, stood, and stepped over to her quietly.
She looked up at me hazily as I stood in front of her.
I held out my hand.
She glanced down at before looking back up at me, clearly confused.
I just wiggled my fingers.
She looked down to it again, lifting her arm and hovering her hand over mine shakily.
After a moment of hesitation, she finally set her palm on mine, and I curled my fingers around hers.
"Come on," I said, nodding to the bed.
As I stepped forward, she gracefully slid off the windowsill behind me before following.
After I made it to the bed, I sat on the edge, and she followed, settling next to me.
"It was North, wasn't it?" I said.
She gazed up, looking shy suddenly. "How did you know?"
I smiled, wondering if she remembered that I could read minds.
I told her that, but she probably forgot, so I didn't think it was worth mentioning again.
"I just know," I said.
She leaned forward slightly, her black hair slipping over her shoulder and covering her skin in its inky-form.
"I'm going to guess," I told her, leaning forward to see her face, "and you tell me if I'm right, okay?"
