Chapter 53 Fifty-three

• Sebastian
• When I walked toward his bar, I clamped my hand shut before reaching for the glasses. Jesus. I was shaken, a heightened level of fear. This wasn't like me in any regard. The sound of his continued cough kept me on edge.
• I moved back toward his desk, sliding the crystal across the surface before sitting in one of the two leather chairs. While I'd always loved the thick, soft leather, I'd learned early on that the chairs were reserved for visitors he deemed worthy of sitting across from him. Until recently, that had never included me.