Page 94 of Ravage

He seems to realise that he'd just snapped at me, as his expression softens a little. "Daniel has just asked for my help with a woman that we grew up with. That's all." Images of the timid blonde woman staying in the Sydney location flit through my mind. Something must show on my face, as his eyes narrow. "What's that look for?"

"Uh... It's nothing... I'm sure." He continues to stare at me, silently demanding I tell him. "It's just... the last two times I was inSydney, Daniel had a guest. He asked me not to say anything though."

His jaw clenches. "Daniel asked you to keep something from me?" His tone is low. Dangerous.

I swallow. "Um... yes?"

The man standing in front of me right now is nothing like the cool, calm and in control version of Sebastian that I know so well.

This man looks like he could actually kill someone.

"And who was this guest?"

A little scared, I shake my head. "He never told me her name."

"Did you see her? Speak to her?" he demands, stalking back towards me. I take a step back, involuntarily, and he halts, finally seeming to realise that he's morphed into someone else right now. "Sorry," he says, some of the venom disappearing from his voice.

I take a breath, relieved that he seems to be calming down a little. "I only saw her briefly. She seemed scared, though. Like she didn't want anyone knowing she was there."

He nods, his eyes still holding some of that fire. "What did she look like?"

I try to remember the details of the woman who had appeared for a few seconds last week. "She was about my height. With long, wavy blonde hair. Kind of sweet looking. Maybe her late twenties at most?" He seems to have stopped breathing, and he's starting to worry me. "Sebastian... who is she?"

He takes a breath finally, his face pale. "Someone who shouldn't be around us. Ever."

With that, he spins around and races down the hall, leaving me standing there, staring after him

What the fuck does that mean?

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