"Don't worry," Sinclair said calmly, his eyes narrowing slightly as he thought of the last man remaining in the basement.
"It won't be long now."
Sinclair tested the temperature of the soup beside him before lifting a spoonful to Camilla's lips.
"Have a little more."
The tenderness in his expression was a stark contrast to the ruthless, chilling figure he had been in the basement moments ago—so much so that it was hard to believe they were the same person.
Camilla obediently parted her lips, her gaze flickering toward Ramsey, who stood outside the door, glancing at his watch intermittently.
A sudden realization dawned on her, and she fixed her beautiful eyes on Sinclair's dark ones.
"You're leaving?"
Though phrased as a question, her tone carried certainty.
"Mhm," Sinclair replied indifferently, never pausing the motion of his hand.
"Nolan sent someone."
So soon?
Camilla blinked, a flicker of surprise crossing her clear, bright eyes.
