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Alaric’s POV
The second Emilia said Alonso Cruz claimed to be her father, I felt my blood turn to ice. It was the kind of cold that started deep in your chest and spread outward, freezing everything in its path. Then came the heat—a blazing inferno of rage that made my hands curl into fists.
“Say that again,” I demanded, though I’d heard her clearly the first time.
She sat across from me on the couch, her hands clasped so tightly in her lap that her knuckles had gone white. Her eyes flicked to mine, hesitant but stubborn still. “Alonso said he’s my father.”
“Is this what you’ve been hiding from me since you got back?” I demanded. “Is this why you made me promise to not kill that bastard like he deserves?”
“Alaric, calm down-“ she started but I turned to her, my eyes narrowed.
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