Ella
“This baby is mine.” I tell him possessively. “You can’t just tell me you’re magic and expect me to take that as proof you’re the father.”
“My senses don’t lie, little human.” Sinclair declares, leaving no room for argument. “Nor do my investigators. You’re not in any position to care for this child. Your income is too low to pay off your debts in time, and no woman who claims to be responsible would ever get pregnant in such a situation.”
“My income?” I force the words out through clenched teeth, “what income? You got me fired!”
The big man… or wolf, I suppose, blinks in surprise. “You were fired?”
“Now who’s playing dumb?” I demand wryly. “You called the Graves after I asked you to help Cora, you got me fired and ruined my reputation.”
“I did no such thing.” He insists. “I did
