The moment Alaric’s words hit the air, my stomach twisted into knots. Revenge on the man that killed my brother. I knew exactly what he meant. Derek. He was talking about Derek.
It all came rushing back, the memory of that night I’d tried so hard to bury. I had pleaded with Alaric to let it go. He had seemed to agree, at least back then, and we made a fragile truce. But now, standing before us with unimaginable power coursing through his veins, it was clear that he had never let it go. Alaric had been biding his time, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
“You promised me,” I said, my voice trembling with a mix of anger and betrayal. “You said you’d let it go.”
Alaric’s eyes gleamed with malice, his smile twisted and cold. “Did you really think I could forgive something like that, K
