Sebastian's POV
My hands gripped the steering wheel as I sat motionless outside Maya's building, the engine running but my mind completely paralyzed. The image of her tear-stained face haunted me—the way she'd looked at me like I'd become someone she didn't recognize. Someone cruel.
Finally forcing myself into gear, I pulled away from the curb and began driving through Ohalhaven's evening streets without any clear direction. I just needed to move, to put distance between myself and the wreckage I'd just created in her apartment. Between myself and those wine bottles that had triggered something dark inside me.
It was a Friday night, but traffic moved smoothly as I found myself automatically heading toward the Grandview Hotel. That's what I always did when things became too complicated—retreat to familiar territory, shut everyone out, build walls.
Run away.
