7

My heart is beating hard in my chest but I fall completely under his gaze. “What are you doing here?” his voice comes to my ears, his hot breath reaching directly to my face. My lips part and the words barely come out of my mouth.

I am nervous, there is a different type of tension between us. I have never felt this way before. The way his hand is resting on my waist and his other hand grabbing my wrist, his touch is stern yet gentle at the same time. He keeps his eyes locked with mine and doesn’t let me move.

“Are you going for a theft?” his mocking sentence sends anger rushing down my veins. I frown, gently pushing him away, and retort, “Why would I steal something from my own house?” I watch him making an expression that intensifies my anger. “I am a Sinclair, after all. I don’t have to steal anything here. I can get anything I want with one snap of my finger.” I cross my arms to my chest and the next moment I hear his soft chuckle.

He moves away from me, walking in the opposite d