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Alaric’s POV
My meeting today was set to be the kind that would shake the ground beneath any man’s feet—just not mine. I’d built my life around avoiding these traps, these landmines of misplaced trust. Yet here I was, facing the reality that one of my own allies had potentially turned on us. I’d spent the past few hours steeling myself, sharpening the edge that would get me through this conversation.
A few minutes later, Allesio joined me, a grim look in his eyes that mirrored my own.
“Ready?” he asked.
I nodded, reaching for my coat. “Let’s go.”
I walked out of the house briskly, ignoring Irene who was just setting the table for breakfast. Allesio followed behind me and soon we were inside the dar, Allesio behind the wheels, and speeding out of the compound.
The drive was silen
