Chapter 48
- I eyed Ethan warily as he clung to me, his small arms wrapped tightly around my neck. His face was a picture of pure innocence, his eyes wide with that pleading look he always knew would melt my heart.
- I turned my attention to Damien, who was standing nearby, his usual stone-cold expression never faltering.
- “Mr. Sinclair,” I said, my voice trying to sound lighter than it felt. “I probably made you laugh, didn’t I?”