“Fuck you, Sinclair!”
Chapter Six
Stone
I couldn’t remember ever being so angry before in my life. Sinclair was dismissing me as though I was a servant who served him and he was the king.
No, he was dismissing me like I was less than a servant. Like I was dirt beneath his shoe. Like I didn’t matter.
Well, fuck that…and fuck Sinclair, too. If he didn’t want me here—which he obviously didn’t—then I wouldn’t stay.
I stormed toward the door, pulling it open. I paused and turned back to look at Sinclair. I was pretty sure this was the last time I would ever see him because I couldn’t keep doing this. It was ripping me apart.
“You know what? You—” The words I was about to snap out died before they left my mouth when I saw tears streaming down Sinclair’s pale face before he turned his head away. “Sinclair?”
God, was he getting sick again?
I closed the door and walked closer. “Sinclair?”
“Just go, Stone.”
I stiffened and started to turn away when I saw Sinclair lift his hand to his face. I knew he was wiping the tears from his eyes, and my heart broke. I walked over and sat on the bed beside him. I heard Sinclair sniffle a few times, but the man didn’t make a single sound.
“I’m sorry, Sinclair. I wish…”
Well, I suppose it didn’t matter what I wished.
“Despite everything, you are my mate and I worry about what happens to you. I know I have no right, but—”
“I’m not your mate,” Sinclair snapped as he turned his tear-stained face toward me.
I inhaled sharply. The anguish on his face was like a knife to my gut. It never should have been there. Ever.
“If I was truly your mate, you would have claimed me.”
“I—” What? “Sinclair.”
“Just go, that’s what you’re good at.” Sinclair’s movements were jerky as he reached for his wheelchair again.
“What are you talking about?”
Sinclair didn’t say anything. He just started pulling his wheelchair toward him.
I kicked it away.
Sinclair’s head swung around and he stared at me as though I had lost my mind.
Maybe I had.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“I want to know what you meant. I’ve always wanted to claim you. You’re my mate, damn it. It’s slowly killing me not being able to call you mine.”
“Bullshit!”
My eyebrows rose swiftly. Sinclair wasn’t one to use a lot of swear words. It just wasn’t in his nature.
“I’ve been waiting for you to claim me for years and you never have. That pretty much tells me right there that you don’t want me.” The vehemence in Sinclair’s voice told me the man truly believed the shit he as spewing.
