Sebastian Lockwood walked toward her—
In the hospital corridor, the fluorescent lights seemed to pierce through everything, including his gaze.
He looked at her, direct and focused.
His shirt was stained with blood and his pant legs with mud, yet he didn't look the least bit disheveled.
Instead, the soft collar of his shirt was open, revealing his Adam's apple and the elegant line of his neck and jaw. The scholarly aura he usually possessed was gone, replaced by a reckless, untamed laziness.
Haughty, unconventional, and rebellious.
It was a feeling Sydney Sawyer couldn't quite describe. His appearance at that moment was utterly at odds with the image of a doctor, and he even seemed out of place in his surroundings.
But as long as he was standing there, he was all she could see.
Everything else faded into the background.
"Been waiting long?" Sebastian Lockwood asked as he stopped in front of her.
