Caradoch
“Alessandro.”
Lifting my head, I stared at the closed door. My eyebrows knitted together. There was so much noise from outside that I couldn’t be sure that I had heard right.
It had been months and months since that name had been uttered within the Desir du Cirque. Not since he had gone against our sire Cassandra and chosen to turn his mate instead of watching her die.
That one moment had changed us all.
I shook the thought away. It had changed us, but I still would have done what I did. I still would have taken Thana, and I still would have killed Cassandra. It was always going to happen.
“Alessandro, you no good son of a-”
Valentina's excitement couldn’t be ignored. Pushing myself up from my chest. I coveted the space between the desk and the door in a blink of an eye.
