Chapter 50 – Ella Demands Answers

Ella

The rest of the evening passes without further drama, but as far as I’m concerned, the night has been a wash. The procession through the city’s old quarter would have been magical at any other time– with the traditions, music and palpable gaiety of all those around us. If I’d been able to focus on anything other than my thoughts, I’m fairly certain I would have fallen in love with the occasion, but I wasn’t able to give the events the attention they deserved.

I’m exhausted by the time we’re finally free to leave, thinking that I’ll certainly need an extra-long nap tomorrow even as I climb into the back of the limo. I’m distracted and grumpy, and when Sinclair slides into the car next to me, I vacate my seat, choosing the one facing him instead.

Sinclair arches a brow, but doesn’t move to stop me. “You’re angry with me.” He assesses simply, eyeing my crossed arms and stiff shoulders.

“What was that all about, Dominic?” I inquire, trying not to get too carried away in my temper.

“What, with the Prince?” He clarifies, as if the answer isn’t completely obvious.

“How did he know I haven’t been marked?” I demand, “And how long have you been aware he knew?”

“You know it would be a lot easier to talk if you were over here.” Sinclair coaxes, patting the seat beside him.

Sinclair works – he gets me within arms reach and the next thing I know I’m being soothed into complacency by his soothing caresses, cozy warmth and gentle purrs. But I’ll be dam ned if I’m going to let

know how he found out you haven’t been marked, but

“Why, because you didn’t find the right time? Or because you didn’t plan

going to tell me, though I shouldn’t be surprised. He had every opportunity to share this information with me – like when he gave me the

would be a team from now on? I thought

it’s taking great restraint not to reach for me. “I just didn’t think this was something you

might have to publicly defend our relationship?” I question sharply, “that I might be asked questions about this? What if a reporter had

you sooner or later, but I miscalculated. I really wasn’t expecting the Prince

bite. “You thought, you expected, you believed and you calculated. You are making all the calls, all the decisions and I am sitting on the sidelines looking like an idiot

doesn’t happen overnight.” He

seem patronizing, it is patronizing.” I correct

I don’t think I’m better than

– the bias is in the name! I’m just a human and next to shifters we’re primitive, tiny, weak and slow. And on top of all that you’re the wealthiest, most powerful man in the

didn’t earn any of it. It was handed to us by the Goddess. Yes, we’re more advanced, but not due to our own virtue.” Sinclair continues, still pinning me with his intense

mentioned my positive attributes beyond my beauty. This isn’t even the first time Sinclair has made this kind of speech, making me feel valued for the person I am rather than the good looks I lucked into. I feel as though he truly sees me – and I’ll be dam

how to respond to that.” I admit

with warmth. “You’re a far better person than I am, Ella – and you’re going to have to get used to

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