Chapter 163
Ciel
I don't go to the Crown Princess's wing. Instead, I head home.
Despite my outwardly calm demeanor, my fingers are trembling. Slightly. Just enough that Lanny pats my hand and says, "Papa, stop."
I can't.
I immediately head to our section, beeline toward the bedroom, place Lanny on the bed, and collapse to the floor.
My back hits the wall. My knees draw up. My hands press flat against the cold marble, grounding myself, reminding myself where I am.
Not there. Not then. Here. Now.
I was so scared.
So, so scared.
But I didn't show it.
I stood my ground.
I choke out a relieved laugh. It sounds strange all weird ,wet, broken, nothing like a laugh should sound.
Sure, he was scary. But it was more of a reflex, a memory, a ghost. The Sebastian in my head—the one who owned me—he's not as scary as he used to be.
He's just a man.
A cruel, pathetic, desperate man.
And I stood in front of him and didn't flinch.
