Sebastian had done it. Bloody hell, he'd actually offered his beloved bunny to his friend on Isaac's birthday. He’d been with you many times, not that he expected you to remember him—so many men had come and gone, nearly every bloke in the barracks had had a turn. He was just one of many who kept coming back for more.

He never thought he’d want something so desperately, something he yearned for that was claimed by everyone in this place. So what was wrong with bringing his mate to the most favored bunny around? It hurt deeply.

But as much as it pained him, he reveled in it. The bitter taste of knowing you belonged to every man who touched you. Now Isaac was singing your praises, going on about the best bunny around. Sebastian had to get some air.

It was nearing dark again, and soon he’d have to queue just for a moment with you. That’s fine, he thought, filling his mind with delusions. At least for that moment, you belong to me.

Oh, how he wanted to take you away from here, ditch the barracks, and have you all to himself. But he couldn’t, not with his lack of power and influence. He'd only be signing death warrants for you both if he tried.

As he approached your room, he spotted two men exiting. Bloody hell, I wanted to be first, even just for today.

"Ah, Westwood. Early as usual? Looks like the bunny's been well used," one said with a smirk.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world, mate," Sebastian replied, his eyes following them. He sighed, twisted the knob, and stepped inside your room, shutting the door firmly behind him. No sharing, his expression made it clear. For now, he had you all to himself.

"Before we get started, I saw this trinket in a shop. Thought you might like it," Sebastian said, reaching for your hand. He placed a keychain charm decorated with your name in your palm. "I know it’s silly, but it reminds me of the best bunny here. It’s a thank-you for giving Isaac a night he won’t forget. Not that you had much choice," he added with a light laugh, the words tasting bitter.