Karla’s pov
I sat up slowly, my body aching from the therapy session earlier, but I wasn’t alone. My eyes were locked on Alaric who was just standing against the wall, legs crossed at the ankle and his arms loosely folded over his chest. He had been silent for so long now but I couldn’t tell what he was thinking about since he’d been staring blankly at the floor.
The atmosphere of everything felt like it was closing in around me.
“Why didn’t you go back down and stop the fight?” I eventually spoke out to break through against my own tormenting thoughts.
He sighed and shrugged. “I don’t care what they’re doing.”
I scoffed. “They are your brothers. You can’t say that about them. You need to do something or they’ll kill each other.”
“Look, I just didn’t want to get incomes in thier madn
