“Sword Bearer!!”
The shout snapped both Alaric and me out of it. The scent that had been overwhelming me vanished instantly, replaced by shock. Alaric blinked, then let out a low growl—more like an annoyed groan—as he quickly stepped toward the door.
The moment it opened, Dorian walked in without permission. Even though his expression looked calm, I could see the unease in his eyes.
“Out. I need to give Reeve his medicine,” Dorian ordered.
Alaric crossed his arms. “This is my room. Put it on the table, I’ll give it to him.”
“Why do you have to make everything difficult?”
“I’m not making things difficult. I’m following security protocol,” Alaric shot back, his eyes flicking toward me. “Reeve is recovering from last night’s assassin attack. I’m not letting you run any of your weird exp
