said Sebastian, taking charge. “Where do you want me?” Iona gestured with her chin toward the bedroom. “On the bed would be best.” “Fine.” He strode toward the bedroom, shrugging his jacket off as he went. Serenity followed. Unlike the simple décor of the rest of the trailer, this room at least hinted that a teenage girl inhabited it. The bed had a floral bedspread and a pink rug lay on the floor. Sebastian slung his jacket onto an occasional chair which was already piled high with clothes and then sat on the bed. Looking awkward, he kicked off his shoes and lay back, his head resting on the pillow. Serenity’s heart clenched. There was something so wrong about seeing such a powerful man looking so helpless and out of place. She wanted to grab his hand and drag him away. Iona approached the bed, looking down at Sebastian. She narrowed her eyes at him.
