Breakfast was silent. Sebastian eyed me like a piece of toast. I could hear the whispering of the maids, giggling as they stared from the far corner of the room.
"Are you okay, Madam Kierra?" Tobi asked while sipping his glass of milk. His small voice broke the tension. "Why do you have bite marks all over your neck?"
I nearly choked on my orange juice. With a startled gasp, I lifted my hand and covered the blemishes that painted my neck. I hadn’t realized how visible they were.
Sebastian leaned back against his chair, clad in his robe, an infuriating smirk spreading across his face. He had bite marks too, scattered along his collarbone, bold and possessive—marks I’d left there. I stared daggers at him.
"I-It’s just insect bites," I said quickly.
Tobi tilted his head thoughtfully. "Too big for insect bites, don’t you think, Tobi?" Sebastian chimed in, delighting in my embarrassment.
Tobi shrugged. "Whatever Madam Kierra says, sir."
The sound of rapid footsteps echoed through the corri
