Chapter 80

A Family For Beckett.

Elara Winterfell.

"I hear you've been looking around town for me." Sinclair continued darkly. There was a thick tension between them that you could slice through with a knife.

Rowan looked like he was having a hard time restraining himself. He coughed and averted his gaze from Sinclair.

"Whatever we have to settle, Sinclair Baclava, it can wait until we are outside this room." Rowan told him, his eyes still assessing me.

"Then, let's go outside." With that, Sinclair was out of the door, not before bumping his shoulders into Rowan.

Sinclair was the kind of guy you could describe more as a gangster...