"Sebastian…" the woman called out. And her voice instantly made Sebastian shut his eyes closed tight. His jaws clenching hard.
"Sebastian…" her voice, her face… was so perfectly Izabelle.
"How… how did you get in here?" Sebastian's voice was ice cold.
He felt rather than see her climb off the bed and then approached him slowly. Her scent… the enticing and potent scent of Iza's blood that was now filling the room was like a powerful spell.
Lifting his arm to cover his nose with the back of his palm, Sebastian tried to fight the haze that seemed to be dragging him into a downward spiral.
"I'm sorry. I got wounded on my way here. But don't worry, it's just a small cut." She explained, stopping a couple of steps away from him. "I miss you, Sebastian."
Sebastian's fingers twitched and then he clenched his fist.
