My sleep was fretful that night. Flashes of my time under Alicia's watch came back to me. But over the months, the faces of the other victims had grown blurrier. I couldn't quite remember what they said exactly, or what they had looked like in their last moments.
I was sitting on the bed, my back leaning on the headboard when the sun peered out from behind the horizon. Sebastian sniffed beside me and his arm dragged across the covers to find the source of warmth.
He startled awake when he couldn't find me, the sleep completely gone from his eyes as he panicked and looked around.
"Oh," he said finally when he saw me. "You're awake?" he whispered.
I hummed as I reached out and dragged my finger through his scalp. "Were you scared I wasn't beside you?" I asked.
I wasn't amused. I rarely saw him panic and when I did, it made my heart tighten.
