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Allesio’s POV
Walking into Alaric’s office, I could feel the thick tension rising and it was practically almost cutting my airflow. Too thick and suffocating. I could already tell this wasn’t going to be a casual conversation.
Alaric was leaning against his desk, arms crossed, his expression unreadable. The door shut behind me with a heavy click, and for a moment, the only sound was the faint hum of the air conditioning.
“You needed me?” I asked, keeping my tone neutral.
He nodded toward one of the chairs. “Sit.”
I didn’t like the way he said it, but I complied anyway. Alaric rarely ever spoke to me with that ‘Capo’ tone of his unless he had a plan brewing, and those plans were rarely simple.
He stayed silent for a moment, as if choosing his words carefully. Finally, he said, “I
