Alaric
My patience was thinning fast as I watched the doctor trembling in front of me. Her knees were knocking together, her eyes darting anywhere but mine. She was shaking like a leaf, pitiful and small, yet all I could feel was a rising tide of fury that threatened to split me open. Frite prowled in the back of my mind, pacing restlessly, growling in low tones that only I could hear.
I took a step forward, and the sound of my boots on the marble floor made her flinch. “I’ll ask again,” I growled, my voice hard enough to cut. “Who ordered you to lie?”
Her lips quivered. I could see her trying to speak but the words choked in her throat. She looked as though her own tongue had turned against her. Then suddenly, as if her bones gave out, she dropped to her hands and feet, forehead nearl
