Sebastian POV
I stormed into my house, feeling both frustrated and angry at the same time.
I walked past Tyler and my brothers in the living room barely acknowledging their greeting. I was boiling with fury… and it was understandable. I mean… not after everything that happened today.
I shrugged off my coat and tossed it onto the nearest chair, running a hand through my dishevelled hair. My mind kept replaying the encounter I'd just had with Sienna and more frustratingly, with Harry.
Just as I was about to pour myself a drink, the door to my bedroom opened and Tyler walked in. He stayed at the door, both hands in his pocket as he regarded me quietly.
"The reason why phones were invented was to take calls and reply to texts," he started "Where the hell did you go? We were so worried about you,".
