Chapter 823 The Watcher

• One thing, however, refused to change—the unseen pair of eyes that continued to track Annabeth's every step.
• Outside the revolving doors of the hotel, Sebastian cradled a flute of champagne. The bubbles climbed lazily toward the rim as he watched Anna stride into the afternoon light.
• A slow smile curved along his lips, the kind that suggested amusement and faint exasperation all at once. Looks like Anna cannot sit still any longer.