…Breyden POV…
I have just stepped off a plane into what is possibly one of the places that have the worst weather. The wind is icy, and there is a slight drizzle of rain that only but dampens my shirt as I make my way to find a cab. This shall be my new home from now on; I guess I should get used to the weather and the unpredictability it brings. This shall be my new life.
So as I find the dryness and comfort of a cab, I pull my phone closer and dial Sebastian just to let him know that I am safely back home. As I wait for him to answer, I relish in the thought that somewhere close to him is Lilith. And as he answers, that feeling of excitement even tenfolds.
"Sebastian, hello?"
"Sebastian, this is Breyden."
"Where have you been? I feared that you were dead?"
"You are not very clever, my friend; if I were dead, I would not be talking to you, would I?
