It infuriated Sinclair to imagine anyone mistreating sweet Ella this way, and he was all the more impressed that she had been able to come out of the ordeal with so much strength of will. He growled before he could stop himself, and Mike froze in his tracks, staring at Sinclair in surprise and obvious fear. “What is this? Why did you bring me here?”
“This, is your just desserts.” Sinclair answered coldly, rising from his chair. “Do you know who I am, Mike?”
“You’re that billionaire that’s always on TV.” Mike countered, barely containing a jealous sneer.
“That’s right.” Sinclair smirked. “I’m also Ella’s new fiance.” He lied, going with a similar story to the one they were telling the shifters. “We’re expecting a child together, despite your efforts to make her infertile.”
All the blood
