Chapter 19

SEBASTIAN

My phone buzzed on the nightstand, lighting up the dark room. I reached for it, nearly knocking it to the ground, and fumbled to open my text messages app.

Wyatt

Fuck you Sebastian.

You were supposed to be here.

For a brief second, in my groggy, half-awake state, I couldn’t figure out what he was talking about. But then I realized what day it was.

Wyatt and Celine had gotten married today.

Hooray for them.

I deleted the message, dropped my phone on the rug, rolled over, and went back to sleep.

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