“I don’t understand,” I murmured after a long silence. I let the warmness from the coffee heat into my cold palm as I met Alaric’s gaze, searching for a clear answer. “If you work for the CCPD and you know that he’s the Mafia boss, why didn't you reveal his identity?”
Alaric directed his face back at the sunlight before smacking his lips. “If I were you, I wouldn't say that so casually.”
My forehead creased. I waited for him to continue talking but he remained silent in his seat. He must have noticed my agitation so he sighed, a long one.
“Just because he appears to be this person for you doesn't mean he was the person you think he is,” Alaric said, making me even more baffled.
“So why did you two make me find out his identity if that wasn't the reason?” I asked, causing Alaric's face
