Sebastian seemed to wake from a dream and forcefully shoved Isabelle away.
She slammed against the wall and let out a low cry of pain.
He ignored her and dashed around the corner.
A waiter was walking toward him down the corridor. There was no one else.
Sebastian stared hard at him. "Was anyone here just now?"
The waiter shook his head and answered respectfully, "No, sir. Only me."
Sebastian waved a hand, and the doubt in his eyes cleared.
She was gone.
His breathing was unsteady. The softness on his lips seemed to linger, and yet he felt an irrational surge of irritation.
He had meant to ignore Isabelle, and he had failed.
The thought of Madeline waiting for him in a private room not far away made him inexplicably angry.
He turned back, his face thunderous. "Isabelle, I'm warni
