For a long and horrible moment, she watched it descend on Sebastian, coldly certain that the man was after her. But then Sebastian made the ground shake. What happened after that was more about instinct than skill. Nicolette thought furiously that if she had had those moments to live over again, she might have spun away and ran, leaving both of the large men to their battle. Instead, she had lunged into the fight to protect Sebastian, and now she was left staring at him, the ashes of betrayal hot in her belly. “When were you going to tell me?” she spat. “When were you going to tell me that you were a warlock?” Sebastian stared at her with wide eyes, and she could have slapped him. “Today,” he said. Though there was no deceit in his face, she had known too many liars to really credit his innocence. “Today, I swear to you, Nicolette, I was going to tell you today. I wouldn't keep something like this from you. You need to know who you are.” She snorted, drawing back from him.
