Sinclair
A crash sounds upstairs. The second one today. I groan and put my head in my hand, honestly not wanting to know.
“Dominic?” I hear my mate call, requesting my assistance. I press my eyes shut, ignoring her for just…just one minute. “Dominic!”
“Seriously,” Roger murmurs, looking towards the door. “What were you thinking, letting her put this insane plan into action?”
I drop my hand and glare at my brother. “Ask me that again when you’re mated,” I murmur, steeling myself as I head out of the room. Roger doesn’t say anything as I go, though I feel his eyes on me. I ignore it.
“Ella?” I call from the base of the stairs. The seat of her stairlift is at the top, so she must be up there.
“Dominic!” Her faint voice comes to me, sounding relieved. “Can you come help? I’m…stuck.”
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