EIRA’S POV
Kellen’s grip on Aldric’s wrist tightened and my heart dropped. His jaw was clenched so tight, I could see the veins pop out of his head. The surrounding tension grew, enough to slice the air in half, and I stood there unable to comprehend what was happening.
“What the f**k are you doing here... touching her?” Kellen growled.
My heart skipped a beat.
A small lazy smile curled up Aldric’s lips. His eyes were sharp, yet held a hint of confidence in them.
“Kellen,” he chuckled. “Still as dramatic as ever.”
My mouth went dry, my eyes growing as wide as saucers. Did they know each other?
Kellen’s grip didn’t falter at all. Instead, it tightened so hard, I feared his wrist would snap in half. But Aldric was calmer than expected for someone whose wrist was probably bruised. He
