Leonidas POV
Alora is everything I love and hate. She is fierce and beautiful, but she is so stubborn. She would rather stand in her own way than let me show her happiness. If she would only let me, I would shower her with affection. Instead, she would rather let her smart mouth stir up my anger. One day I will show her what that pretty little mouth is made for, but for now, I need to find a way to get that f*****g stone from the Fae Realm.
I round the corner of my hallway, and Alfred is waiting for me. "Why is Anila dead on your bedroom floor?"
"Have someone clean that up," I respond, stepping around him.
"You didn't answer me," he growls.
"Why do you care about what I do with my witches?" I muse.
"Because your decisions will doom us all," he hisses in a low voice.
