Chapter 18 Eighteen

• Sebastian
• I stood slowly, wiping the water from my sunglasses, keeping my eyes locked on my father as he moved to a standing position. He obviously had business on his mind.
• While Elena waved, I could tell she'd either had an argument with Winston or was disgusted by the pomp and circumstance. Either way, my anger remained riled. I moved toward the bar, noting even a member of Miami's finest was in attendance. My father paid well for silence.