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 ...