Viola
When Diego is loaded into one of the dark SUVs, Sebastian makes sure the rest of the guys follow behind in the other car, just in case they’re intercepted on the way to the helicopter transport they’ve arranged. He seems comfortable, more sure of himself, even though he’s standing in a motel parking lot in the middle of the night with no shirt on. He also hasn’t let go of my hand.
I’m suspicious of his intentions in sending the rest of Diego’s team away, though I don’t say anything in front of them. They don’t question it, either. Maybe because he seems so confident, still cool despite the chaos earlier. Maybe it’s because he looks every inch the Alpha, shoulders squared, head held high. At one point, he drapes a big arm casually over my shoulders, as if just subconsciously craving
