FIFTY-SEVEN

“Come in,” Cahir answered the door meanwhile, I was already burrowing into his skin. My hands found their way around his neck and I pressed my scrunched face into his chest as I awaited whoever it was on the other side of the door. Another assassin/kidnapper disguised as room service? “Alpha.” A familiar voice greeted. I raised my head from Cahir’s chest to see a raggedy-looking Sebastian enter the room.

His hair was sticking out in spikes, clothes dishevelled with what looked like puke on them, and his mismatched shoes.

“I have contacted the Alpha in charge of the island and cleared out the parking lot,” Sebastian spoke in a low and subdued tone with his head bent.

“You have done well,” Cahir replied in an unimpressed tone. “Begin your punishment before I decide what to do with you.”

“Yes, Alpha.” Sebastian bowed himself out of the room. He looked smaller somehow. Perhaps the way he hunched over had something to do with it.

“What is he going to do now?” I asked Cahir, worried about t