Sebastian~
After the crowning, the laughter, and getting Zane to actually laugh out loud (which, let me tell you, is like watching a glacier crack), I left the palace on a different mission.
I'd drunk more blood wine than I should have—don't judge me, it was vintage and perfect—and I had danced around advisors, flirted with noblewomen just to irritate Zane, and crowned the night with a smirk only the devil would envy. But even with the thrill of royal chaos, and the high of being with my best friend, I missed her.
Cassandra.
The moment I slid into my car, the illusion cracked. The black leather seat didn't hug me the way her arms did. The soft hum of the engine didn't soothe me like the rhythm of her heartbeat. I gripped the steering wheel and sighed, my fangs retracting as I allowed myself a rare, raw moment of honesty.
"I miss you," I whispered.
