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's okay..." Sebastian soothed as I lay on an infirmary bed, staring slightly off into space as he lay next to me, soothing the hair out of my face. "You're okay."
I just lazily stared at his chest, wondering if he'd let me sleep for a million years.
After I got injected, Sebastian wouldn't let me sleep no matter how tired I was; he just carried me to the infirmary in his mansion and Doctor Jen did some tests on me. He wouldn't let me sleep until he knew what North injected me with.
"Can I close my eyes?" I asked him as he continued soothing me. "Just for a little?"
He shook his head, lightly tipping my chin up. "Keep your eyes on me, okay? I'll let you sleep once I figure out what he did to you." His eyes darkened. "Please, listen for once. I don't want you going to sleep and never waking up."
I just nodded, settling under him as he kept brushing his hand up and down my back.
"You're more alert and aware." He watched me. "So can you tell me... what happened?" he whispered.
Nausea swelled up my throat at the memory, and I swallowed it down, breathing for a moment.
"You can tell me," he promised, "I won't blame you."
I just sighed and weakened into the bed. "I woke up... tied to a chair with devil's whip pinning my wrists behind me," I told him.
He nodded when I hesitated. "Go on."
And I told him everything; what happened when North stood in the doorway, how I bit him when he kissed me, I fought him when he licked the blood off me, how I tried to escape but he kept throwing me like a ragdoll; into tables, chairs, walls, floors, and how I kept trying to fight him, but he was faster than me.
Sebastian's eyes darkened when my eyes burned with tears, and he lightly brushed one away from my eye when it slipped, and I glanced up at him.
His face was pale—white as a sheet—though his eyes were hard, covered in darkness... anger.
He only growled. "I'll kill him."
I only smiled, chuckling lowly. "We all want to kill him, Sebastian. The question is if we can kill him."
He gazed down at me, eyes softening.
But I just locked eyes with him. "I'm... really tired."
"I know," he replied, brushing some hair away from my face, "and I know that the meds that healed your wounds aren't helping, but... please stay awake for me, baby, okay?"
I nodded, settling back into the bed. "Can you keep rubbing my back?"
He shuffled forward, gently setting his hand on my back, and my lashes fluttered when he started caressing.
