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Sinclair When I reach Roger’s house, he’s not the least bit surprised to find me darkening his doorway. “I was wondering when you were gonna show up.” He quips, opening the door wide to welcome me inside. “Am I that predictable?” I grouse, stepping over the threshold. “No- I still wasn’t sure whether or not you’d rip my head off after you arrived.” Roger shares wryly. “You’ve been talking with Ella.” I assess coolly, recalling the sweet human’s objection to me using this precise tactic against our enemies. Roger snorts. “Not necessary. I grew up with you, I know your MO, brother.” “Well you have Ella to thank for my even temper either way. She seems to trust you’ll keep your word and protect her secret.” I explain, eyeing him suspiciously. “And you came to find out if she’s right