Chapter 85

• Dylan's POV
• Stepping out of the villa, the cool night air enveloped me, a welcome respite from the tension that had been building inside. I could feel Seth's eyes on me, boring into my skin like a challenge. I didn't need to turn around to know that he was following me.
• As I reached the car, I turned to face him, my eyes locking onto his. I could see the fear lurking in their depths, a fear that he was trying to mask with a bravado he didn't quite possess. I had known Seth for a long time, had watched him grow from a spoiled, entitled young man into a...well, into a slightly more refined version of the same.