#averydawson

“Come, come.” The cherry-haired performer drums perfectly manicured fingers against the empty space beside her, dark hues locked on her companion. "We have some things to discuss, Missy." Was Valentine up to her overbearing, intrusive ways? Absolutely. Would Sebastian pop his top if he knew what she was plotting? Without a doubt. But he remained blissfully unaware, and she had some momentous prying to do. It wasn't that she had no desire to share; sure, Valentine had always struggled when it came to sharing her toys. But Sebastian was extra exceptional. They'd existed together longer than most marriages and were fundamentally a deal package; You didn't get one without the other. And she could sense a change in the water, like a shark drawn to blood; it was clear the energy of the tides was changing. "A little birdy has told me you've been spending some time with Sebby."