He strode to the drawing room, away from noise, where a long looking glass overlooked the garden. Here, aside from a tea table and a huge chandelier above, it was completely empty.
Sebastian sat, his gaze fixed on the moonlight pouring over the wilted garden. Soon, all would be well. There was only a week left for the prophecy to be fulfilled, and Draven would be well. But when the memory returns, when every bit of it returns, it is going to break everything. Even more so, when he remembers who she was, who Sarah was, it will shatter him completely.
A sigh left his lips as he smoothed his raked hair, but the pathetic strand still fell over his temple. Right now, he looked like a completely different person. His hazel eyes seemed even darker. Surely, Miss Elizabeth wouldn't like his look.
Speaking of her, he had instructed the guards to bring her here and asked the cook to make tea, so what was keeping her...
