Chapter Twenty-three
Alaric's POV:
I can hear her sobs. My heart feels it all. I raise my hand to knock and stop. She would never tell me should I ask.
I recount the last time I tried to cheer her up.
I hear the doorbell and move to open it. A red haired man with a cane stands outside.
"May I help you?"
His blue eyes lighten and he smiles.
"Mr Sylvester."
His well-tailored black suit is no ordinary one as there are only two in LA and I have one of it.
"May I help you?" I repeat.
"I need to see your wife?"
I scoff and a chuckle slips free.
"What makes you think that I would let a random man into my house at such an ungodly hour to see my wife?"
My eyes land on the golden head of his staff and I could swear that I had seen that design somewhere.
His smile remains but turns
