LORD REVANDREL
Alaric stayed with me, calming me, grounding me. He coaxed me into a run to burn off, then told me the dumbest stories he could come up with to take my mind off things.
Then, once I gave the all-clear, once I said I was fully back, he chewed me out like I was some reckless adolescent. He demanded to know what happened, what triggered me.
I did not give him the details.
And because he was the infuriatingly good male that he is… he still understood. He also had to bloodfeed to recover from the wounds I had inflicted on him.
Now hours later, we were back in our shared room a few doors away from Baevera’s. Alaric lay on his bed, ready to call it a night.
I was not. I was too wired, too raw. Brimming with a hate that would not settle.
Baevera f*****g Eldareth.
I glared
