"Excuse me...?" Anna's eyes widened, her lips parting in a slight tremble. A flicker of fear passed over her face, and in an instant, it felt as though all the alcohol had drained from her system—sobriety hitting her like a slap, courtesy of Sebastian's chilling tone.
Sebastian let out a soft chuckle, dragging his fingers through his thick black hair with deliberate ease. "It's strange... the more I look at you, the more I listen to you... the more familiar you seem. As if we've met before."
A fresh wave of dread swept over Anna. This was the second time he had said something unsettlingly perceptive, and it was starting to rattle her more than she cared to admit.
"I don't understand," she said cautiously, choosing her words with care. Her eyes fought to hold his gaze, though it felt like staring into a storm. "Have we really met before?"
"I wonder," he replied with a nonchalant shrug. "Then again, I meet so many people—it's entirely possible I'm mistaken."
