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Unconsciously, Sebastian hasme with his body

“What do you want?” he says to Callum

Sebastian isn’t nearly as inti as Dante, or as vicious as Nero Still, he’s taller than Callu, and his voice is as stern as I’ve ever heard it

Callum just scoffs His face is handsome—or at least, it should be But I’ve never seen such a cold expression He looks like he hates everything Most especially me

Not that I can entirely blame him for that

“What is it with you Italians?” he sneers “Where did you learn your manners? You come to a party where you’re not invited Eat my food, drink my liquor Then you break into my house Try to burn it the fuck down And you steal from me”

I feel Sebastian stiffen ever so slightly He doesn’t look back at me, but I knoants to

I’ about Then I remember the pocket watch, still tucked in the front pocket of otten about it

“Look,” Sebastian says, “the fire was an accident We don’t want any trouble”

“Well that’s just bullshit, isn’t it?” Calluot it”

It’s not easy to rile up Sebastian Threatening his little sister is a good way to do it Now he’s bristling, balling up his fists in return, and stepping all the way in front of me

“You think you’re so?” Sebastian says, jerking his head toward the still-silent boxer “I’ve got brothers, too You better fuck off before I call them here to peel your lily-white skin off”

Not bad, Seb For so, that ca

I don’t need protecting, though I dart forward so I’ht next to Sebastian and I say, “Yeah, fuck off back to your fancy little ster? You’re just a bitch-ass politician What’re you gonna do, rubber stamp us to death?”

Calluot thick, dark eyebrows above his pale eyes The effect is inhuman and unpleasant