The door closed behind him with a heavy sound. Sebastian stood in the hallway, tall, cold, sharp like glass. His dark suit was perfect, like always. His hair in place. His eyes fixed on her as if she was an object, not a person.
Aria didn't move. She was still near the bed, her hand tight around the photo of her mother. Her bag was half-zipped on the floor. She thought of hiding it, but it was too late. He had already seen. His lips curved in a thin smile.
"Running again?" he asked. His voice was calm, but it cut deep.
She swallowed. "Why are you here, Sebastian?"
He walked inside slowly, his shoes clicking against the marble floor. Each step was heavy, pressing into her chest. He stopped a few feet away, close enough that she could smell his cologne. It was the same scent he always wore, cold spice, expensive, suffocating.
