Under Your Scars || Sebastian Sallow x MC

Chapter 41 - Covered in Blood

Juliette POV

I promised myself I would not spiral out of control again after the last time he stood me up for tea, but there I was - pacing the Room until the sun went down. He had not asked me for tea, though I did not exactly ask him, either. Instead, I panicked and ran back to my Room once I found his office door locked.

This man has made me lose all sense.

Classes were fine... too fine. He was polite and pleasant, as if last night never happened. He still looked like death, and it was obvious that he did not get any sleep. I was not surprised; it would have been hard to sleep after spending any amount of time in that memory.

I thanked Merlin he had not explored any of the others. He would never touch me again if he had.

But we were still okay. He probably needed space, but surely not that much space to skip out on tea without a word?

Merde.

I brought my hands to my face and combed them aggressively through my hair as I continued to pace the room. Were we.... not okay? Is that why he looked like death? Did I completely shatter him?

I'm an imbecile.

I had asked him to get out, unceremoniously handed him his belongings and sent him on his way. Of course he would avoid me. He thought I was the one that needed space. I was the one that asked him to leave, so I needed to be the one to mend the gap.

Stupid! Stupid! STUPID!

I snatched my wand from the nightstand and prepared to head to his room and confront it all. Make things right.

I took the steps two at a time from the bedroom to the atrium, making a mental checklist of all the things that needed addressed.

My drawings

The butterfly

The Pensieve

The butterfly

The Vipers

I stopped in my tracks at the top of the stairs, using the archway to support myself.

How could I explain the Vipers if I had not yet figured out who sent them?

The unsolved mystery of their failed abduction would only give Sebastian more cause to worry over me. They were already dead, but something about his reaction to my scar told me that he would find their ashes, resurrect them, and kill them again himself. My memory would have been just what he needed to justify murderous revenge.

Fuck. He's going to ask too many questions. Maybe I should stay in for the night, let it all blow over.

Perhaps ask him to tea tomorrow?

Yeah, tomorrow is good.

I glanced at the clock ticking away in the corner, hoping it would supply an additional excuse to delay the conversation one more day.

10:00 pm

Oh yes, far too late to be interrupting Sebastian's sleep.

I teetered at the top of the stairs, still contemplating going to him. My decision was made for me when two sets of girls' screams caused goosebumps to sweep across my skin.

"MISS FONTAINE!" Rosalie Corben burst through the doors from the seventh-floor corridor, Carina Parkinson in-tow. They both wore cozy attire: house jumpers and trousers. Their faces were flushed with agitation, and Rosalie had fresh tears streaming down her face.