Chapter 82.
Sebastian dragged the door close behind him as he walked out of his room, gaze fixed on the hallway that led downstairs to the dining room.
The exhaustion and cramps knotting through his body were quickly overridden by hunger.
The plan was simple—wait for Celeste. Whenever she was done eating, she could come up and meet him here. But his stomach had other opinions.
His belly growled violently, a sharp reminder that patience and hunger don't coexist.
The sound mocked his resolve, rumbling like a beast demanding tribute.
He ran a hand over his abdomen, roughing up the sleek fabric of his ironed black pajamas, jaw set in irritation as he started towards the stairs.
He honestly didn't want to see Victor—not after that cruel altercation this morning at the office.
The thought of dining with him and Celeste—two bundles of premium-grade irritation—made his gut twist. He couldn't even tell if it was hunger or just the surge of anger boiling low in his belly.
