a Hay

ce. Mr. Beaumont opened my door. "Miss Haye

of emotionless servants stood under the massive arched portico. They b

so complete I could hear the echo of my own footsteps. The decor was dark

were lined with portraits of Sinclair ancestors, the

enormous double doors. Mr. Beaumon

is inside. He does not like to be seen. Please close your eyes be

n my spine. Was he disfigured? Or wa

eyes shut, took a steadying bre

ng me in a world of darkness, filled onl

al herbs, mixed with a faint, famili

ped through the silence, like metal scraping agai

heard in the hotel. It was filled with a brutish i

owed slightly in the direction

rolling across a wooden floor. A wheelchair.

e. I could feel a powerful, oppressive aura w

Compared to facing this volatile, crippled Alpha, Wa

," he co

ping my eyes

ath, hot and close.

, like he was looking thro

out the three most critical ingredients and the hea

He knew. He saw through

mula needs to be adjusted based on your specifi

the sound of him swiping through something on a tablet, followed by a

estion. "I heard that yesterday, at the hote

ould he possibly know that? Calvin was a Sinclair,

r deny it. "That was ju

outcast, banished from his own family, and you're in

ger in my chest. Calvin might be an outcast, but at least he had saved me. He

terpret a formula, not to discuss my personal life. If you are trying to humiliate me into

sell my skills, not myself. If you only want the formula,

low growl became more pronounced, a clear th

t, as the legends claimed, he suddenly

Get out. Come

Sincl

a quiet laugh. If she had opened her eyes just once, she would have seen

w. "Master, forgive me, but why not tell Mis

e Sinclair Alpha is a monster. A crippled tyrant who terrorizes ser

But your position

o destroy me. It's safer this way. Let her believe I'm just a distant relative, an outcast

head. "As you c

her perfume still in the air. I closed my e