Sebastian POV
As Sienna's figure disappeared into the night, a deep silence settled between Harry and me. The weight of her words still hung heavy in the air, each syllable digging into my skin. The rage that had burned in Harry's eyes began to simmer, replaced by something far more unsettling: guilt. But he wasn't the only one. I could feel it too, gnawing at me as I watched her fade into the distance.
Harry was the first to speak, his voice rough and tense. "You should've stayed out of this, Sebastian. This isn't your place."
I turned toward him, still standing on the curb. "You think this is about me wanting to interfere? You saw her back there. She's falling apart, Harry. She doesn't need you yanking her around, demanding answers. She needs space. She needs to breathe."
His fists clenched at his sides, his jaw tightening. "And you think you know what's best for her?"
