"And what if she's the one, how is that your business?" Alaric couldn't understand why she cared so much about what he was thinking about.
"It is not my business. Why are you here?" Her voice was sharp, yet it faltered halfway through. She looked away, biting her lip as though trying to keep her emotions in check. The familiar ache in her chest returned, one that had haunted her since the first time their eyes met and the bond sparked to life.
The invisible thread between them pulsed, faint but undeniable.
Alaric felt it too. The way her presence tugged at something deep inside him, the instinct to move closer, to hold her, to breathe her in. But the reminder of who they were… what they were… rose like a wall between them.
A witch and a werewolf, enemies by blood, yet bound by fate.
"I bring good news," Alaric finally said, breaking the silence.
Seraphina turned back to him, her brows arching slightly. "You mean besides the fact that you've mastered the art of ignoring people?"
