Page 11 of BounBound By Scars

“I’m not eveninyour apartment, brother.”

I could feel the eye roll in Sebastian’s silence.

“Fine, I’ll go. And I’m taking this with me!”

As Logan bit out his final words, his footsteps suddenly headed in my direction.

Fuck.

I froze. I—Amelia ‘Falcon’ Desmond, trained ex-FBI, expert in drone warfare, elite operative—froze.

Logan rounded the corner, caught sight of me, and stopped dead in his tracks.

His expression shifted into mild curiosity. Speculative. I barely noticed that he was holding something in his hand.

“What are you doing here?” He asked.

I sputtered.Sputtered. “Just wanted to see… uh… talk to Seb.”

He nodded slowly, but his frown never left. His gaze flicked behind me, scanning the hallway.

“Where’s Kabir?”

My frown deepened as I bit out. “Not with me.”

Logan’s lips twitched. Amusement? Annoyance? Who the hell knew? Then, with a careless shrug, he stepped past me and disappeared down the hall.

I exhaled sharply.

Okay. Let’s do this.

Rolling my shoulders back, I strode toward Sebastian’s apartment door. Before I could even knock twice, he swung it open.

“You have some ner—oh.”

I smirked. “Yeah. Oh.”

His brows furrowed, shifting from annoyance to curiosity. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah. Can I come in and… talk?”

His lips parted, clearly surprised, but he stepped aside to let me in.

I had never been to Sebastian’s apartment before. And I had no idea what I was expecting. Maybe something sleek, maybe something annoyingly put together.

It was neither.

It was… adisaster.

Takeout bags. Empty containers stacked precariously on the coffee table. I blinked at the absolute mess.

“Wow! Didn’t know you were the messy one, Seb.”

He cleared his throat. A sign of embarrassment. A rare thing for Sebastian Blackthorn.

“Yeah. Been going through something,” he admitted sheepishly.

I nodded, making my way to the couch—but not before chucking an empty pizza box onto the floor to make space.

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