'That's a first, man. She called you a bastard!' his wolf said, and Sebastian knew that if his wolf had his own form, he would be cracking up with mirth. Sebastian himself couldn't believe she had called him that without even a trace of fear. Did she have any idea how many people he had sentenced for far lesser crimes than that?
"I can't believe you let her stay, Seb," Matt remarked when they returned to Sebastian's office. He had brought back the girl's wheelchair, expecting to be told to hurl her onto it and take her to the waiting jet, but instead he had been told to take her back into the healing room because she had agreed to participate in the Luna's competition.
The Luna's competition? Was the girl courting death?!
Did she have any idea what it was like?
"She wants to earn the position and prove her worth. Let her do it," Sebastian mused indifferently, his back to Matt as he looked out the glass wall at his world, a glass of champagne balanced between his slender fingers.
