The two shared worried and confused looks as though shooting telepathic signals to one another. For all I knew, maybe they could.
Sebastian opened the door and Kaleb stood at the kitchen threshold, watching, looking worried.
“Be careful, mistress, whatever you"re up to,” Sebastian said, looking back at me. He leaned forward, unlocked the door, and opened it with white gloves. I suspected that they were told to wear gloves at all times while in my house. That small detail did not go unnoticed by me. It would not be good that they touch any surface with ungloved hand and I got a read.
When the cold air outside hit me, the jolt sobered me up enough to concentrate on what I had to do. Sebastian stood a foot away, his eyebrows raised. The wind whipped at his hair while he stood at the doorwa
