Lincoln's expression darkened and he stared at me for the longest time, as if not convinced that I, his wife, was the one he was seeing inside a man's room, specifically Alaric's property.
“Who’s at the door?” Alaric asked, seemingly in the blink of an eye, popping beside me like a mushroom with his arms wrapping around my shoulder. “It must have been a—”
Alaric couldn't continue with his words when he saw Florence looking at us both in disbelief and then Lincoln glaring his eyes at Alari’s arm.
Lincoln's breathing turned heavy and his countenance changed from aggravated disbelief to deadly intent. His eyes were trembling out of anger and now shooting daggers toward me and Alaric.
“Get your hands off of my wife!” he bellowed.
Lincoln's low voice echoed all over the hallway, making me
