Cynthia POV

Sinacore stood there, his expression impassive, and his dark eyes locked onto mine. There was no hint of anger, no jealousy—just a cold, unreadable gaze that sent a shiver down my spine.

I opened my mouth to speak, to explain, but the words caught in my throat. What was there to explain? Carlos had only caught me before I fell, but the intensity of Sinacore’s stare made me feel like I needed to justify myself.

"Sinacore," I ...