ALARIC
I'll be damn!!!
She's here! In my house! Next to my son!
"You stuttered," Quillon whispered in my ears, grinning which I simply ignored.
She's going to be my son's teacher, and she's the best agent of Ultor Organization. Impossible!
I keep staring at her, still in shock at this turn of events. Never in my dream, I will see her again. And to think she is going to live in my house. Dread filled my being. How are we going to survive?
We will if you treat her like a gentleman, your parents teach you how. My mind replied.
I watch Quillon come to their side, beaming like a kid on his birthday, and receive a gift he dreams of. Tsk! Traitor!
I walk slowly to them, yet my eyes remain rooted to the only woman that not afraid to speak her mind to me. No one does that, especially for a
