Chapter 40: "The next turn is ours."

Caelum’s pov.

Sophia walks out and I feel something ring hollow in me.

This… This isn’t how that was supposed to go.

Fenrir stays silent despite the fact that he’s always been talkative when it comes to any matter concerning his mate, and I find that I don't know what worries me more.

My wolf’s silence, or Sophia’s reaction. I clench my jaw at that last part, because that can’t possibly be what’s bothering me. I feel a presence invade the atmosphere but I do not look up, I already know who it is,

“I saw Sophia heading out just now.” Sebastian draws the chair opposite me out and sits in it.

A sudden urge overcomes me and in my annoyance, I want to growl at him and tell him to get the hell out of there, and go sit in another chair.

Sophia sat there. He shouldn’t have sat where she sat.

Except again, my heart whispers something else.

Sebastian can sit there. He should even. At every breakfast and dinner we’ll ever have.

Just so there can be a chance, a slight chance, that Sophia can sit