Chapter 197

Cecilia's pov Finally, Sebastian had reached his breaking point. With little concern for gentleness, he peeled Amara off me, gripping her wrist firmly as he steered her into a chair like a misbehaving child. His voice cut through the restaurant like a whip. "Look at yourself! What the hell do you think you're doing?" Amara froze, and for the first time, seemed to realize how completely unhinged she looked. She buried her face in her hands, too mortified to let Sebastian see the tear-and-mascara-streaked wreck she'd become. I stood to the side, watching him lay into her. His anger was completely raw now--visible, flashing through his eyes like lightning behind storm clouds. In all our time together, I'd seen him composed, cold even. A man built on control, the kind who could deliver a boardroom takedown without raising his voice or breaking a sweat. He was pure quiet intensity--the kind of man who didn't blow up but the kind of man whose anger was a slow, deep burn, not a flash fire. An