~Lynlee~
How had we gotten here? Of all places?
Sebastian Kingsley storms into a club, throws me over his shoulder, and hauls me away like some kind of foolish knight in shining armor.
Except, he wasn’t my knight. I didn’t need him to save me. And now his grouchy (but cute) butt was packing his suitcase?
“Did you think I was going to have s*x with Alexander?” I asked him blatantly.
For once, he had the good sense to look surprised. “Yes,” he admitted.
“And why exactly do you care?”
“I don’t,” he said, regaining his grouchy face and trying to step past me.
“Nope!” I said, holding up my hands. “Someone who doesn’t care doesn’t storm into a club and kidnap a girl!”
“Bishop is bad news, Lynlee. Leave it at that,” Sebastian said, grinding his teeth together.
“From what I gather, his
