The words, "You can try," bounced around in my head the whole walk back to my quarters. Charlotte remained glued to me, blonde hair falling over her face. I stopped near the doorway to the interior of the castle, the cold air pushing against my back and confronted Sebastian with a glare I was sure surprised him.
"Jacket," I snapped.
He slid it free, broad shoulders straining against his white shirt as he laid the velvet jacket around Charlotte's shoulders before bowing his head to me and backing away.
A little respect? Yeah, I'd take it, though I wondered what the show cost him.
I waited until we were behind the brand-new door a pair of human servants installed before turning on Charlotte and screaming at her.
Well, screaming was a bit of an exaggeration. Talking very loudly and with great emotion while my body shook so much I could barely catch my breath was more like it.