Sebastian stepped out into the biting wind, slamming the hatch shut behind him harder than necessary. The cold hit him like a slap, but it wasn’t enough to cool the fire raging inside.

He braced his hands on the rail, his knuckles turning white as he fought the urge to break something.

A storm was easier to deal with. So was an enemy. A battle. An opponent. But his opponent was his own self-control, and for once, Sebastian wasn't sure he could win.

His head throbbed. His throat ...