Alexander’s pov
My jaw clenched as I watched Christopher’s fingers trail down Riley’s arm, his touch far too familiar for my liking. Every muscle in my body tightened, and my fists balled at my sides. The taste of blood lingered in my mouth as I bit down on my tongue to keep from snapping. They had no idea how much this was driving me mad.
When the idea of hitting the bar came up earlier, I had almost refused, which was unlike me, the life of every party and the only reason my brothers frequented clubs as much as they did. I preferred action over sitting around and talking, but after the tense argument with our father yesterday.. and the oracle’s cryptic warnings.. we needed to clear the air. Still, nothing could’ve prepared me for the moment I walked into that bar and smelled her.
