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Emilia’s POV
It was nearing midnight and I was pacing around Alaric’s office, trying to wipe away all the bad thoughts. It wasn’t working.
Alaric had shot those three men right in front of me. I didn’t know why that shocked me, but it did. More than I’d like to admit. But what shocked me more was that I didn’t feel any form of empathy for these men. If anything, they deserved it. And I’d have done it myself if I had a gun on me.
Alaric had been unusually silent since we got back from the safehouse, and I knew that meant he was grappling with something he wasn’t ready to say out loud.
I took a deep breath, steeling myself before speaking. “We need to go over what we found.”
He didn’t turn to look at me, his gaze fixed on something far beyond the window glass. “I already did,” he m
