Chapter Fifty-Three

I grab a glass out of the cabinet in Sebastain’s kitchen and set it on the counter. I move to the fridge where I know I'd seen a chilled bottle of vodka.

It was already ten pm, and Sebastain wasn’t back from his time with Camilla yet.

God, why the hell did that irritate me so much? I shake my head at myself as I fill the cup halfway with cranberry juice before topping it off with vodka.

I scoff and drink the whole thing in one go, wincing a little at the burn of vodka in the back of my throat.

Seems like you definitely care a little.

“Shut up.” I mutter at my wolf as I pour myself another drink.

My entire body tenses up when I hear the front door opening. I listened, my hand clenched tightly around the glass. I hear Camilla telling Sebastain something quietly, too quiet for me to hear. Sebastian says something back, and then I hear heels clicking up the stairs to the bedrooms.

My eyes dart up to glare at Sebastian as he comes into the kitchen, stopping his tracks when he sees