Beatrice's POV
"What do you want, Beatrice?"
Sebastian smirks as he says it low against my ear. I can feel his breath along the curve of my neck and I give an involuntary shiver.
A Hex waiter unloads plate upon plate onto our table, but I know Sebastian isn't talking about the food.
Desire is first.
That's what he'd said to me when I agreed to his new dare. On the witch's ladder and in this game we're playing. In response, I got a dimple and a look that made his brown eyes look like amber.
To my question of why not wait until after, Sebastian had shrugged and said, "I know what I want," as if life and the world is as simple as that.
And for him it probably is that simple. He's used to getting what he wants. I remember our conversation in the car up to Havenwood, and how I envied his assurance about the kind of person he is.
'Which is it..." my familiar prods, 'what kind of person you are or what kind of witch?'
What's the difference?