Chapter 273

Lillian's POV

What the hell just happened?

Why was Sebastian Blackwood in my hotel room?

My pulse hammered in my ears as I scrambled for the scattered remains of my clothes, fingers shaking so badly I could barely fasten the buttons. The cold realization settled in—I was completely naked. Which meant something had definitely happened last night. How had everything spiraled so out of control?

The last thing I remembered was drowning my sorrows at the banquet. The loneliness had been suffocating, and alcohol seemed like the only escape. At least, that’s what I’d told myself—anything to numb the ache of him. Except now, here he was, standing over me like a storm cloud, his expression unreadable.

Sebastian had already pulled on his clothes with that infuriating ease of his, while I was still struggling with the aftermath. His gaze burned into me, dark and assessing, as he circled the bed. It took him a moment to notice—