Ella
I clutch my belly in shock, whirling around to locate Sinclair. He’s leaning in the doorway of our bedroom, his powerful arms crossed over his chest. Sinclair’s glowing green eyes pierce straight through me, a foreboding expression on his handsome face as he waits for my answer.
“Nowhere.” I squeak, too surprised to think clearly.
Sinclair rumbles wordlessly and prowls forward, catching my nape in his strong hand. “You told me you were coming back here after dinner, but you were clearly somewhere else, trouble. The question is whether you meant to come back and got sidetracked, or if you lied to me?”
He tilts my head back so I’m forced to look up at him, and though he’s wearing his most intimidating expression, my inner wolf only swoons. She flops onto her back and rubs herself
