Alaric
The world stopped.
For a heartbeat, all I saw was red.
It took everything I had not to lunge forward and return that slap threefold to the bastards standing in front of her. I could’ve crushed their bones where they stood.
They noticed me then, and in an instant, their arrogance vanished. They bowed, their faces pale, their auras trembling beneath mine.
But I barely looked at them. My eyes were only for Kelly.
I wanted to ask her what had happened, to demand names, to make examples, but I remembered the promise I’d made. Kelly had wanted to fight her own battles. She’d asked me not to interfere unless absolutely necessary.
And so, with my fists clenched tight enough to draw blood, I stayed silent.
But the assassin was a different matter entirely.
An attempt on my mate’s lif
