DELGADO || Sebastian Sallow (Hogwarts Legacy)

Part 41 - Spiraling and A Cure

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❝For Merlin's sake, Angella, can you just look at me!?❞

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Morning arrived quietly, pale light filtering through the window of my room in Gaunt's mansion. I sat curled in a heart-shaped chair, my legs folded beneath me, a book resting in my hands. Only my duster covered me, my curls still a mess from the night before.

Marvolo had locked my door when I returned last night, ensuring I stayed inside.

I had skipped breakfast, hoping to avoid certain people—him, or worse, Sebastian.

Outside, the world felt distant and unreal, but inside, my thoughts were tangled in chaos. I let my eyes skim over the words of the dark romance novel in my lap, a story about a girl trapped in a giant house with a man who watched her every move. Yet no matter how hard I tried, my mind kept drifting back to the events of last night.

Ominis had scolded me for what felt like hours before we finally went our separate ways. He said I had made a huge mistake. That I should have told Sebastian about my arrangement with Marvolo, warned him to stay away for his own safety.

That was supposed to be my goodbye. Not that kiss. Not that desperate, intoxicating moment of weakness.

But how could I have resisted?

I had been drunk—not just from the wine at the party but from the potion Ominis had given me. That damned pink drink. It had stripped away my inhibitions, made me need to touch him, need to feel his warmth against me, need to lose myself in him one last time.

And then Ominis had said something before storming off. Something about last night giving Sebastian more reason to come after me.

I hadn't thought much of it then, but now the memory sent a jolt of panic through me.

Ominis was furious because I had touched...

Shit.

That actually happened. It wasn't a dream.

I had touched Sebastian.

My stomach twisted, and I pressed a hand over my mouth.

I had convinced myself I had only imagined it, that my drunken mind had fabricated the memory of slipping my hand inside his pants. But it had happened. I had felt him—his arousal, his hardness at my touch alone.

Lucky for me, it had only been a single squeeze. If I had gone further, if I had learned his actual size—

Oh, fuck.

Maybe he had forgotten. Maybe Ominis had removed his memories again. I could only hope.

I had made a mess of everything. And if I wanted to succeed in this marriage with Marvolo, I had to do better. I had to make more responsible choices.

Should I tell him what happened?

Maybe he already knew.

Oh no, the mark.

A loud knock at the door yanked me from my spiraling thoughts. I slammed my book shut.

''Come in,'' I said.

The door opened slightly, and a familiar voice hesitated before stepping inside. ''Are you decent?''

''I am, yes,'' I replied, shifting in my chair to cross my legs.

Anne walked in, taking a seat across from me on the lounge. Her face was etched with worry.

''What's wrong, Anne?'' I asked.