Sinclair's pov
"You made me so proud back there, Sinclair, but you needed to see the way you flew around." Zira said while still struggling to control her laughter.
"Breathe a word of that to anyone, and you'll be next on a stretcher.." I threatened, but she laughed even more.
"So what else do you have to do today?" She asked as we approached my father's estate, but I didn't say anything because I knew she'd protest if she knew what I wanted to do.
"I don't know Zira, whatever my head says," I replied and drove into the house.
I saw my mother at the entrance and immediately pulled over at the gate instead of the driveway.
I dropped Zira off at the estate, but instead of going in, I drove out and didn't stop moving fast till I got out of the entire street.
I went straight to our apartment so I could at least get to see my Blair again.