Alric’s POV
“Your father taught me discipline,” I said, stepping back. “Not stupidity.”
She gave a mock pout, sliding onto one of the kitchen stools and crossing her legs deliberately. “You know, if I tell him we’re dating, he might finally smile again.”
“You tell him that,” I replied, pouring myself another cup of tea, “and I’ll tell him you’ve lost your mind. Again.”
She chuckled, leaning on the counter. “You always act like you’re untouchable, Alric. But one day, you will even need someone to warm your bed.”
I didn’t even look at her as I sipped my tea. “Then I’ll buy a blanket.”
Her smile faltered, a flicker of irritation flashing through her eyes. “You really don’t know how to appreciate what’s in front of you.”
“Oh, I do,” I said evenly, glancing at her. “That’s exactly why I
