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Alaric’s POV
There was a stillness in the air, the kind that usually made people uncomfortable. It was quiet. But not a peaceful kind of quiet. I could tell that the men were whispering amongst each other. They were used to violence, yes, but this was different. Tonight, I was making an example of one of them. One of us. Dominic.
I stood in the grand hall, my back to the assembled lieutenants and guards, staring out the tall windows. The city lights stretched far into the distance. I clenched my jaw, my shoulders stiff and threatening to fall, but I forced myself to straighten.
Weakness was not an option tonight. Dominic had made his choice. Now, I had to make mine.
“Bring him in,” I ordered, my voice cutting through the silence like a knife. Allesio nodded, his expression a grim
