Sinclair's pov
I drove into my father's estate and went straight to the courtyard. What I had come to do was not to be disturbed by pleasantries or anything of that sort, so I remained on one of the benches, waiting for the perfect time to strike.
Zira's scent disrupted my thoughts, and I cleared my throat as I turned around and saw her walking towards me.
Her face was pale, and I could tell she had been doing a whole lot of thinking and worrying about me.
"Hey.." her soft voice called out, and I gestured for her to sit by me. No matter how much the age gap between us was, she always looked up to me most of the time, like she would look up to an elder brother.
"Hey Zira.." I replied and focused my eyes on the water fountain a few feet away from where we sat.
"Nobody has seen or heard from you for almost a week now. Where have you been?" She asked, and I sighed.
"I've been busy. But I'm here now, right?" I replied and forced a smile on my face.