“I thought you were training with Sawyer?”
I groaned at that name. “I was, and then I wasn’t. Then I went and drank wine.” My words slurred as they left my lips, giving me away in tune with my confession. “Speaking of Sawyer, I’m gonna need you two to make up. Because the thought that you hate each other because of me—” A bubble of wine burst in my throat. “Makes me…sad.”
Extra sad now that I knew—scratch that—assumedhe had feelings for me.
“I don’t hate him.”
“Oh…good.”
Unable to look into his brilliant blue eyes, I closed mine, succumbing to the spinning sensation that came with over-drinking. I was tired. So, so tired.
Wavering where I stood, Sebastian scooped me up and carried me to our bed. He settled me down then laid on his side next to me, pulling me into the crook of his arm.
He ran his fingers through my hair, tucking the stray strands behind my ear. “What happened with Sawyer? Why did you go drinking instead of training?” he asked softly as to not disturb my drunken peace of mind.
I puckered my lips. “Are you mad?”
“I’m not mad at all.” Sebastian chuckled softly. “I am just wondering why your plans changed all of a sudden.”
“Because.”
“Because why?”
I sighed, bubbling the air through my lips.
“Maeve, we agreed to be completely honest and transparent with each other.”
I sighed again, even stronger this time. “I know, but can you just trust me on this? I don’t want to talk about it right now.”
I didn't have it in me to discuss the situation twice in one evening. Though I shouldn’t have, I felt horrible that I didn’t love Sawyer in the way he loved me. And I felt extra guilty for having kissed him back,especiallywhile I laid next to the man that Ididlove.
Sebastian leaned forward to press a kiss on my head. “Of course, love.”
I fell asleep in his arms shortly after, only to be startled awake by our door swinging ajar.
Kohen stood in the open doorway, Pia close behind him. Both of them looked blatantly terrified, their eyes bulging. Pia’s hands visibly shaking.
She rummaged through my wardrobe, tossing me a sweater from the top drawer.
Kohen stepped in front of the bed. “Maeve, I hope you aren't as drunk as you were an hour ago, because we have a problem.”
Chapter
Thirty-Five
I’d never been in the interrogation room before, but thanks to Kade’s former andexcessivelythorough explanation, I understood Lumosia’s process pretty well. Venay used to take charge of the honorability aspect, but with her gone, it was my job tonight—and for the unforeseen future, I suspected.
The space was nearly identical to a dungeon, as you had to pass through a dingy, damp corridor to arrive, though the room itself was bright, smothered with blinding white paint and over-the-top glass windows for spectators viewing pleasure, should there be any. In the middle of the floor were two metal chairs, shackles and cuffs attached to the arms and legs. One chair was empty, while the other had a thrashing Draemornian constrained to it.
“I found him creeping around the borders while I was exercising one of the mares,” Kade informed us from where he lounged against a wall, his stare directed at Sebastian. “I think he followed Leighton back.”
“No way. We checked the borders when she returned,” Sebastian denied his claim, granting the chained man a lethal scowl.
“You didn’t check good enough,” the Draemornian spat, pulling at his constricted wrists.
Shit.
This was bad.Really fucking bad.
