-Sebastian Lightwood:
I stared at him. At the witch.
At the curve of his mouth beneath that beautiful, infuriating mask. The way his lips curved was like he already knew the answer to every question I could ask. The room felt smaller the longer I looked at him, like the walls were inching closer just to hear what he would say next.
"What do you want from me?" I asked. What could he possibly see in me that he wants this badly? Something in me that's worth more than money and land he could have gotten as a payment for giving the head alpha more time to live.
My voice didn't shake. I was proud of that. Everything else inside me, though, felt like it was splintering apart.
The witch didn't answer me right away.
He hummed.
Soft. Thoughtful. Almost pleased.
"That's a question for another day."
A murmur rippled through the room. I felt Elias tense beside me, felt the shift in his weight, the way his shoulders drew back like he was ready to step between us if things went wrong.
