My stomach dropped. Oh no. What did that big-mouthed wolf say now?
“Why did you call Mr. Sinclair a creep?” Abel asked, a quiet edge in his voice.
Great. Exactly what I didn’t want to discuss. “Ah… nothing. I just don’t like him,” I said quickly, trying to look away.
But he caught my chin before I could. “You’re lying,” he said, his voice low, demanding. “Tell me what he did for you to call him a creep.”
“I swear, I won’t lay a hand on him without your permission. Just tell me,” he added. He meant it, but knowing Abel… telling him was still a terrible idea.
“It’s nothing. I handled it,” I insisted.
That wasn’t enough—his eyes said so.
I sighed heavily. “Fine. He made advances on me. But I dealt with it.”
The second the words left my mouth, Abel dropped his hold on my face and turne
