{IRIS}
I opened the door.
Sebastian stood there, immaculate as ever. Not a wrinkle marred his uniform. Not a fleck of dust touched his gloves. His blank eyes swept over me with the sharpness of a blade.
As though taking note of every breath I drew.
I had always sensed that Sebastian harbored little fondness for me. It was only natural—werewolves and vampires were not creatures meant to coexist. Our kinds were born in opposition, never meant to stand side by side.
As his cold gaze settled upon me, I swallowed and instinctively smoothed my hair, adjusting the folds of my dress as though vanity could make me less offensive in his eyes.
His expression remained carved from stone, unmoved by my nervous attempts at composure. Then, with a single step backward, he extended his arm in a motion that was both polite and distant.
"Let us go," he said, his tone stripped of warmth.
