Alaric’s head was pounding when he awoke the next morning. Likely to be from all that alcohol he’d drank. He knew that he should have held off, but it had been the only thing to get him through the dreadful night. Through his hazy memories, parts of the evening started crawling back to him, drudging up emotions that hurt enough to make him want to reach for the nearest bottle and drink himself into oblivion again.
She’d spent all evening by his brother’s side. His own brother. It was like they’d been rubbing it in his face – all the giggles that had slipped out her mouth, her head thrown back as she laughed at whatever joke he’d said.
He’d never found Lorcan that funny. He was way too serious to be funny. He was meant to be the funny one, he should have been making his wife laugh. But i
