Page 182 of My Dark Prince
“I’m not your fuckingson,” Seb spat out, grabbing the back of the chair he’d flung and launching it at the wall. It smashed into a framed picture. Glass shattered everywhere.
“Jesus.” Dr. Perry pushed a button on his switchboard. “Aliana, I’m going to need some—”
“Your fake wig is pathetic.” Sebastian stubbed the air in the doctor’s direction. “Just F-Y-fucking-I.”
“Alright. Time to say goodbye.” I grabbed my brother’s shoulder, just as the nurse threw open the door behind us. “I apologize, Dr. Perry.”
With that, I dragged Sebastian out of the room by force. He planted his heels into the hardwood, refusing to budge. And because the bastard worked out like a fucking Olympian, he succeeded.
“No. Fuck that.” Sebastian jerked a shoulder forward, dislodging himself from my grip. “I’m not sorry at all.”
I shoved him out the doorway with all my might before this turned uglier than it already was. The nurse gaped at us, waiting for security to come. I realized she had a direct view of Sebastian’s face. Bare. Unmasked.Shit.
Her palm shot up to her mouth. “Oh, goodness.”
She didn’t bother to hide her wide-eyed stare, visibly shaking. At the sight of us, she stumbled backwards. Her spine hit thewater cooler in the hall. The vicious urge to wrap my fingers around her throat and shake her until she closed her damn eyes seized my fists.
All of Sebastian’s progress – done. Erased. Gone in mere seconds. Just because someone had said something he didn’t fucking like. It could’ve meant anything, too.
Oh, goodness, your face.
Oroh, goodness, the fucking glass everywhere.
Sebastian sucked in a sharp breath, his eyes widening. He froze for a second before something dark and cruel washed over his face. His busted lips pulled into a smirk. He stalked toward her, slow and deliberate, his posture tall and daunting.
He wanted to scare her.
And that scaredme.
“That’s right, sweetheart.” Seb got in her face, stopping a mere inch apart. “Take a good look. Have your fill. This is what a monster looks like. A demon. A freak of nature. Take it all in.”
He refused to move.
Sebastian forced her to soak it all up. The raised scar, the busted lips, the cratered cheek. The woman shook, trying to melt into the wall. I fisted the collar of his shirt, yanking him back.
This time, he let me.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I kept my hands clamped around his bicep, though I knew he could outpower me if he wanted to. “Christ, you’re going to end up in jail at this rate.” I spun to the shocked nurse, my hands pressed together, though I hated her guts for making Seb feel less than. “I’m sorry. So, so sorry.”
With that, I shoved Sebastian outside the hall and into the reception area. Sometime in the past fifteen minutes, the room had filled up. Every single person stared at him.
He’d forgotten his disguise back in Dr. Perry’s office.
The receptionist who had hit on us gasped.
Sebastian swung back, stopping in front of her. “What’s wrong with your fucking manners?”
She yelped, scurrying under her desk. Obviously, she hadn’t expected us to hear her. Before this got worse, I nudged him out of the clinic and toward the elevators. By the time its doors slid open and I thrust Sebastian inside, we were both panting.
He clutched onto the bar against the mirror, glaring at his reflection. Sweat snaked down my neck, disappearing into my Henley, my mind going a mile a minute. This couldn’t get worse. Except it could. We could get sued. Blacklisted from every local plastic surgeon’s office. Outed on the evening news.
Sebastian’s jaw was clenched so tight, I thought his teeth would snap out of his mouth. “Happy now?”
“Seb …”
I didn’t know what to say. All I wanted was to make shit better for him. And I’d failed spectacularly. Again.
He wasn’t ready.
