Dominico’s POV
My heart twisted painfully in my chest as soon as the word left her lips.
“Alaric.”
The name hung in the air, sharp and cold, cutting through me like a blade. I regretted asking her instantly, wishing I could take it all back. She didn’t even seem like herself, her eyes unfocused, her voice slurred with confusion. But the word—his name—still echoed, bouncing around in my skull like a haunting reminder of something I didn’t want to believe.
I clenched my fists, trying to control the rising tide of anger and hurt that surged through me. “Are you sure there’s nothing else wrong?” I bit out, my voice rough as I turned to Alexander, barely holding myself together.
Alexander gave a slow, deliberate sigh. “I’ve already expended my knowledge. This is the best solution I can off
