Sinclair
I stare at my father, not comprehending his words. “What do you mean she left?”
“Well you took off and your brother came along and started whispering in her ear about Lydia and picking arguments with me.” Dad explains pointedly. “I wasn’t surprised when Ella walked away – the poor thing clearly doesn’t like conflict. I thought maybe she’d just gone back to the restroom, but she hasn’t come back and I haven’t seen hide nor hair of her since.”
“Damnit.” I swear, dragging a hand through my hair and looking around. I don’t see the guards I specially assigned to her, and I can only hope that they’re with her – not searching for her too.
“What were you thinking, running off that way?” My father scolds.
“I had to make sure Lydia wasn’t a threat to her or the pup.” I grit out, wond
