The boundaries were dissolving.
Sebastian hadn’t expectedhim to cross the line so soon.
To walk in like it meant nothing.
Like she already belonged to him.
The cameras didn’t catcheverything.
Not yet.
But they caught enough.
The way she moved toward him.
The pause.
The look.
That look.
He hated it.
Too soft. Too trusting.
Like she’d forgotten everything that came before.
She was stunning tonight.
Not dressed up.
Set on fire.
Hair down.
Eyes glowing with something dangerously close to hope.
Every detail seared into him.
She didn’t need polish.
She was the spark.
Little Fire.
And now she was walking into the night.
Not alone.
But not safe.
He’d follow.
Of course he would.
And that smugbastard who thought he could contain her?
He didn’t see the blaze coming.
