"Seb, she is my happiness. I don't want her to hate me," the words kept passing through Sebastian as he sat on the long brown sofa, overlooking the hearth in front, brimming with red and blue flames, with a cracking sound coming from the wood.
Standing in front of him was Annabelle with her hands crossed as she listened to Draven while he talked about the event of the night.
Draven mentioned how Saul had come to his home and the change in Madeline's hair. Dammit! He was half-listening to whatever they were saying, even though he was worried that her hair wasn't supposed to start changing. It was likely supposed to happen on the day of the prophecy, but he wouldn't tell Draven that. In fact, he was too worried about other things, about Draven's new plan.
