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Emilia’s POV
I wanted to go back to my house.
No. I needed to go back to my house. To pack up all my things that I hadn’t been able to when Alaric insisted I stayed here, and also got me clothes. I hadn’t gone back to my own place since then.
I wanted my things. I needed my things actually. My clothes, my books…everything. I was mulling over it while I went down the stairs as, only to see Alaric turning around the corner that led to his office.
My heart skipped a beat as I practically jumped down the last of the steps. I took a steadying breath, hurrying to him.
“Alaric,” I called, keeping my tone calm and composed.
He stopped, turning to look at me, eyebrows raised in mild surprise. “Yes?”
“I’d like to go back to my apartment for a few hours,” I said. “I left a lot of my belon
