“No one,” she said and acted normal as much as possible. “What do you want?”
Alaric moved closer, taking in the distance between them. She moved back her head while he leans and trap her by the railings.
“You’re with someone,” he stated. “You do not eat like that.” He glanced at the table—a complete mess from Solar’s excessive and careless eating.
She did not reply. It would be safer that way. He looks back at her and leaned more. She did not move since if she does, she might fall off the railing.
“Lowel has a really foul mouth. Too direct for his own good,” he said, changing the topic.
She nodded. “I know.”
“You do?” He moved his head down, burying it on her neck. “You should’ve been used to it then. But you still look hurt when he told those things to you.”
“Am I not even allowed
