“Okay.” I nod, trying to steady my nerves. “And it’s wassailing tonight, right? So all we have to do is drink and sing carols and enjoy the fair.”
“Right,” he confirms.
“I wish I could really drink.” I lament. “I could use a bit of liquid courage tonight.”
“You have nothing to worry about.” Sinclair croons. “I know it makes you nervous but you always do beautifully at these events.”
“When I stay at them long enough to participate, you mean?” I correct him, still regretting my decision to run out yesterday.
“You’re growing the pack a prince,” Sinclair smiles, “you get a free pass when it comes to all these public responsibilities. In case you’ve forgotten I was voting for you to stay home entirely until you convinced me otherwise.”
“I should have let you coddle me after all.” I sigh,
