Sinclair pointed at Sebastian, his voice laced with frustration. "This doesn't make any sense. Why would Sebastian go to her instead of me? He's never been this affectionate with anyone except me."
Michael scratched the back of his head. His face told me that he was at a lost too.
"Uh, maybe . . . maybe Sebastian recognizes the person who helped save him?"
Sinclair gave him a sideways glance. "You're the one who saved him."
Michael quickly added, "Yes, but it was Eve who made everything possible."
Sinclair let out a heavy sigh, shaking his head like he was trying to come to terms with this new reality. It was clear he was having a hard time accepting that his loyal companion now seemed to prefer me.
Years of shared history, loyalty, and love seemed to vanish in an instant as Sebastian sat devotedly by my side.