Chapter 73
Sebastian's tongue rolled under his upper lip, pulling it up slightly as his fingers began tracing the leather-coated desk.
The texture bit back — rough, grainy, faintly chilled from the tiny sprinkles of water that dotted its surface. A drop slid across his fingertip, smearing faintly against the sheen.
He moved around the room with the slow, deliberate steps of someone performing a ritual — each stride measured, his gaze scanning corners, walls, and shadows as though they held secrets waiting to be unearthed. Then he halted, attention locking on the personal schedule board that hung tightly against the wall.
Kairen's board.
"You fag," Sebastian muttered under his breath, the curse slicing through the air like a dagger meant to reach Kairen wherever he was. His lips twisted into a wickedly amused smile as his eyes traced the neatly mapped lines and markers on the board.
