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Pleasurable shivers seized my nerve endings, and my muscles clamped around Sebastian’s length, making him stiffen. A loud groan slipped from his lips, but I continued clenching and spasming around his length. The ripples of ecstasy increased in intensity until my entire body felt like it would combust with pleasure.

As I cried out, Leopold swelled in my mouth, releasing pulse after pulse of warm, bitter fluid. I let it gather in the back of my throat when he stopped twitching, then I swallowed it in a single gulp and gave him my widest grin.

“You sexy, little minx.” His lips crashed onto mine, and he kissed me hard and deep, as though his tongue was searching for traces of his taste.

The phone rang. Sebastian pulled out of me and moved to the sofa where he placed the phone to his ear.

“It’s Grandfather.” Sebastian’s voice shook.

Leopold broke the kiss, and we both turned around.

Sebastian’s face had turned the color of diluted milk. “He’s been taken to hospital with chest pains.”

Chapter 21

Sebastian stood at the sofa, the arm holding his phone slack. He bowed his head and breathed hard. I sat up on the double mattresses and glanced at Leopold, who flicked his head toward Sebastian, indicating for me to go to him. My chest tightened as I walked across the room. After the plane accident, Sebastian’s grandfather was the only family he had left. I didn’t get the impression that they were close, but this news still had to be a blow.

I wrapped my arms around Sebastian, who pulled me into his chest. His body had turned cold and clammy with shock. The sofa was behind us, so I guided him to sit and pulled a cashmere throw from the backrest and draped it around Sebastian’s shoulders.

“He’s going to die,” Sebastian whispered. “A second heart attack will certainly kill him.”

“Where is he?” I tucked the throw around itself at the front and wrapped my arms around his broad frame.

“Royal Sussex County Hospital. Brighton.”

I frowned. That was over three-hundred-and-fifty miles away.

“Well.” Leopold pulled up his boxer briefs then his pants. “It’s one-thirty-five. If we leave now, I can drive us to the other side of the country by seven.”

Sebastian shook his head. “But Kash is—”

“Kash isn’t going anywhere,” said Leopold. “And he wouldn’t want you to stay around up north when your grandfather is ill.”

“He’s right.” I smoothed down Sebastian’s dark hair and pressed a kiss on his cheek. “Besides, the trial is on Monday. You have the weekend free.”

Sebastian shook his head. “If he dies…”

“If he dies and you don’t get a chance to say goodbye, you’ll never forgive yourself.” I squeezed him tight, hoping he would go.

“We’ll come down with you.” Leopold buttoned his shirt. “Right, Wills?”

I was about to say yes when my gaze fell on the blue-and-black, anti-bullying pin on my blazer. My shoulders deflated. “Sorry. Cormac’s getting married tomorrow in Gretna Green.”

Leopold rolled his eyes. “He’s getting pigged. Doesn’t he know that?”

“Didn’t you tell him?” Sebastian asked.

A pulse jumped in my dry throat, and I gulped again and again. Cormac’s relationship with Geraldine had been a secret until I’d discovered them last term on the stairwell. I had brought up my suspicions several times, but Cormac had the perfect counter-argument. He truly believed the kings were playing me, and I’d trusted them, so why couldn’t I trust that he knew what he was doing with Geraldine?

I exhaled a long sigh. There was no way I could explain this without distracting them from the issue of Sebastian’s grandfather.

Instead, I said, “I’ve warned him, but he won’t listen.”

Sebastian shook his head. “If this turns out like Ashley’s pigging, you’re going to need backup.”

“No.” I drew back and stared into his wide, green eyes. Trying to sound truthful, I said, “I’ll stand on the sidelines and won’t interfere with anything. When the pigging has stopped, I’ll help him pick up the pieces.”

Leopold opened his mouth to call me out on a lie, but I gave my head a sharp shake. His eyes widened in realization, and he said, “Get dressed, Garraway. We’re driving south.”