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Alaric’s POV
“Now where the f**k did I keep my card?” I murmured in annoyance, looking for my black Amex but I couldn’t find it.
“I should probably ask Emilia if I got it back from her,” I murmured to myself though I doubt she was with it. I had to try though. Maybe she had seen it anywhere. I needed my card. It might have fallen when we got back to the house this evening and maybe she had picked it up. I hoped she had because I needed it urgently now.
I walked out of my office and headed to her room. Deep down I knew it wasn’t with her. But I just wanted to see her once again. Maybe to touch her, to be sure if that spark I had felt this evening was imagined or it was real.
I walked into her room and stopped dead in my tracks, my eyes flashing at the sight in front of me. She was
