WHEN SINCLAIR DROPS me back off at my house, my first thought is that the night air is stuffier here than it was in Paris. My next thoughts are filled with surprise as Sinclair helps me unload my things and insists on carrying my suitcase up to my apartment for me. It's something that somehow just seems so uncharacteristic. Even if the rumors weren’t a thing and people didn’t spread information about Sinclair and the Iron Order around like wildfire, even I would have been able to tell how adamant Sinclair is to keep people as far away from him as possible. Given everything I learned about him during our trip, I can’t say I blame him. Not to mention, his position is one where you probably can’t afford to just trust willy-nilly or show any sign of weakness.
With all that considered, I had
