Sebastian's teeth grazed her collarbone. "Focus."

But the ringtone shattered the mood, its persistence cutting through the charged air. Twice it chimed, gratingly insistent. With a frustrated groan, Sebastian pushed himself off Madeline, snatching his suit jacket from the floor. He fished out his phone without glancing at the screen and answered curtly.

"What?"

"...Sebastian, Sebastian! It's Phoebe! She fainted—she just collapsed! I can't wake her ...