SINISTER’S POV:
We finished breakfast and moved upstairs to my office. There were certain issues I didn't like discussing except we were in the confines of my office.
There, I knew that no one could hear us and if anyone tried eavesdropping I'd sense it. It was that simple for me.
"You didn't eat much at breakfast. Are you alright?" Cullen asked me.
I could see the concern in his eyes. What would I tell him? That I had a wonderful night watching Aerith but I couldn't sleep and then my morning had begun on a bad slate. I hadn't found the murderer.
The only positive thing about it was that Aerith remained here but I couldn't rest. I had a sense of responsibility to my pack. Their safety was in my hands and whenever things went wrong I lost my appetite.
Why would I eat when my people
