Chapter 193

• Nathan's pov
• I was buried in paperwork when the door to my office opened without a knock. The smooth scent of imported cologne hit me before I even looked up. Seymour strolled in like he owned the place, his tailored suit catching the faint light from my desk lamp. Behind him came Sebastian, who didn’t wait for an invitation—just crossed the room and dropped himself lazily onto the long cushion chair opposite my desk. One leg over the other, that familiar air of casual arrogance draped over him like an old coat.
• I leaned back in my chair, pen still in hand. “You both look like trouble,” I said, but my voice was flat. The day had already been long enough.