The pounding headache from her hangover made it difficult to focus. Even after drinking the soup meant to help sober her up, Leonie still felt terrible. She stared blankly ahead as fragmented memories of the previous night began to surface.
The last image she recalled before losing consciousness was of Alaric.
"I…"
"Explain yourself," Alaric said, taking a deep breath to steady himself, his tone stern. "What were you doing in a place like that last night?"
He had let it go when she was asleep, but now that she was awake, the memory of last night's events brought his anger back. Just the thought of what could have happened to her if he hadn't been there made his blood boil.
A young woman like her, wandering into a den of wolves. Did she not understand how to protect herself?
