The sight of David walking out of Alaric’s apartment lingered in my mind long after we walked into the apartment.Something about the way he moved, so secretive, so guilty, made me hesitant to face him head-on. Maybe it was fear. Or maybe it was the growing suspicion gnawing at me. Whatever it was, we turned away, and now, as we sat in Alaric’s cluttered study, I couldn’t shake the feeling that we’d made a mistake.
Alaric stood before us, calm and collected, the box containing the heart sitting ominously on the table between us.
“So, you wanted to know why the heart is important,” he began, his voice low and measured. “What I’m about to tell you will sound extreme, but it’s the only way to give you the strength you need to face what’s coming.”
I exchanged a glance with Samuel and Noelle,
