HELENA POV
I tugged the blanket higher under Sebastian’s chin and kissed his forehead, feeling the soft puff of his breath against my cheek as he settled back into sleep. He was the lightest sleeper on the planet, waking up at the sound of a cough three streets over, while Stephan—my chaos child, my tiny hurricane—could sleep through a marching band crashing through his room without so much as twitching. But Sebastian? My sweet boy? One wrong whisper, one loud car door, one idiotic grown man shouting from the porch like he was auditioning for the role of “Dumbest Human Alive,” and he was wide awake, frowning at the world like it had personally offended him.
Right now, watching that tiny crease between his eyebrows, I wanted to kill both Maxwell and Silas.
Slowly.
Painfully.
With creat
