“Alaric?” Roxie felt a tremor run down her spine. Alaric had called her, and she didn’t know what to think about it. Whether to hope or dread.
Alaric’s voice was strained when he spoke. “Yeah. It’s me.” A loud sigh filled the silence, and then, “Roxie… why?”
Oh, God, no. She swallowed hard. This was not what she’d wanted, but she should have known it would happen from one or all of them. Her throat felt tight. “Why what?” she asked, her voice barely audible, but he heard her.
“Why can’t one man be enough for you?” His voice cracked, raw with hurt. “Why can’t you just… choose?”
Roxie pressed the palm against her chest harder. “Alaric-”
“I don’t get it,” he said, his tone desperate, cutting her off. “I told you how I feel. I told you I’d take care of you, of Josiah, of everything. You s
