POV: Jasmine
"She stays dead to me. Even in my memories." His voice was eerily calm, but it only made him more terrifying. The kind of calm that comes before a storm. "She has no place in my heart. My only regret is not being able to protect her… not being able to keep her safe."
His hands curled into fists at his sides.
His face still had that chilling calm, but the energy around him was choking. I could feel the raw violence underneath his stillness, the quiet way his body coiled like he was seconds away from snapping.
I had to pull him back before he drowned in it.
"Hey," I murmured, placing a hand on his chest. I rubbed slow circles over his skin, trying to ground him, trying to stop the way his breath was becoming too erratic. "It's okay… Just breathe…"
I might not be able to handle an outburst from Alaric right now. I couldn't let him slide into his anger. "How about that sunset you talked about?"
