#Chapter 13 Three Owed Promises

Sebastian's POV Dammit William and his stupid parties. God, was there actually a reason to celebrate? It’s just a room. It means nothing to me. And here I am, watching Evelyn act like a jackass in front of me. Does she really think she’s finding a way to spite me? Why are all these tools swarming around her like flies? Does she not realize how much better she is? She’s not some loose cannon. That’s not who Evelyn is. God, why the hell does it matter? Why every goddamn time I try to reason with her, she pushes me away like I’m the bad guy? I tried to warn her, be on her side with these pieces of filth, yet she was so goddamn ungrateful for my help! I watch her now as she chats with these nothing’s. Nothing men. They’ll never know what a night with her is truly like. They’ll never feel that tightening in their throats or the urge to always hear her voice. Because her voice is like watching a fog lift from the field, the lights perfectly illuminating the field before you. I