Sebastian Wolfe did not rush.He never had to.The room seemed to recalibrate itself around him—the air heavier, the silence sharper. Rafael straightened almost imperceptibly. Jaxon’s casual ease vanished, replaced by alert precision. Even Lucien shifted, his attention narrowing, sharpening.Ivy felt it all.She stayed seated, though every instinct screamed at her to stand, to move, to do something. Sebastian remained near the doorway, his presence filling the space without effort, dark eyes fixed on her as if she were the only thing worth observing.Ivy swallowed.“So,” she said, forcing the word past her throat, “you finally came to see me.”A faint curve touched his mouth. Not a smile. An acknowledgment.“I’ve been watching you for a while now,” Sebastian replied. “You just weren’t aware.”He moved then, unhurried steps carrying him closer. Ivy’s pulse spiked with each one until he stopped across the table from her.Up close, he was worse.Not cruel-looking. Not cold in the obvious
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