Chapter 40

SEBASTIAN’S POV

The feel of the soft morning rays as they warmed my skin, along with the delicate melodies of the birds, and the rustling of the leaves to the gentle morning breeze from outside caressed my ears, waking me as my eyes flickered open.

Stretching and stifling a yawn with the back of my hand, I turned, hoping to see Catherine. But I was greeted by a vacant pillow and space.

Propping myself up to the leather headboard of the bed, a flutter of confusion brushed against my ...