Sinclair
I wake, a few hours later, jumping up straight the moment I realize that Ella isn’t next to me.
She had drifted off to sleep hours ago after a simple dinner and a movie marathon. While she dozed next to me, I’d spent most of the late hours of the night answered the stack of emails piling up in my inbox and watching her sleep from the corner of my eye. But now, when my eyes peeked open for just a moment after maybe two hours of sleep?
Gone.
I hurl the sheets off of me, getting to my feet in a flash, my head whipping around as I search the empty room for her with all of my senses. But my eyes tell me that she’s not here, and my nose…
Her scent is dull, but not stale. She hasn’t been gone long.
A growl starts in my chest as I stalk from the room, looking through the empty hallw
