The whispers sent Isabella's heart into overdrive. Every muscle in her body went rigid, paralyzed by an agonizing dread.
She was absolutely terrified.
Every word these people spoke was going to become a nightmare for her once she was back in that apartment.
But her greatest fear was...
That a psychopath like Sebastian wouldn't care about making a scene, and would just publicly announce that she was nothing but a kept woman living on his dime.
She was terrified he would expose that she had already been stripped of her Lancaster title.
She had no idea why he had come to the school.
But regardless of her fear, regardless of the dread eating her alive.
She had to maintain her flawless smile. She couldn't let anyone see the cracks. "Sebastian, you're here. Why didn't you tell me you were coming?"
Sebastian smiled warmly, handing her the massive bouquet of roses before wrapping an arm around her waist.
One hand lightly brushed against her ear.
Behind his lenses, his eyes were dark and predatory, wrapping around Isabella like a venomous snake.
His smile remained as gentle as a summer breeze.
He leaned in, pressing his lips against her ear, and chuckled darkly. "I came to pick up my little dog."
His voice was impossibly soft.
Only the two of them could hear it.
But it made Isabella's body lock up, her smile nearly shattering into pieces.
"Good girl," Sebastian purred, stroking her cheek like she was a literal pet.
But his gaze drifted right past her, sweeping over the crowd pouring out of the gates.
He was looking for someone.
Looking for a prey that would keep him entertained for a very long time.
Suddenly, his eyes locked onto a target.
They lit up with a feverish intensity.
It wasn't admiration.
It was the sadistic thrill of a hunter spotting its game.
It was a sticky, greedy look—a gaze that wanted to rip someone apart and consume them whole, completely unconcealed...

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