Alaric
He was not alone. There was someone else beside him, and when I looked closer, the breath caught in my throat.
It was Sophia. Just as I expected, she was right there with him and they were having the moment of their lives.
My heart gave a violent, painful jump at the sight of them together, the sudden shock turning into a cold, heavy weight in my chest.
Was I jealous? Hell yeah, I was.
A toxic wave of jealousy flared up inside me. It was hot and sharp, burning through my veins until my throat tasted like copper.
Just a few hours ago, he had acted like he actually cared about whether I lived or died, dragging me out of the water with a desperation that felt real. Now, here he was with her. He was actually letting her touch him, her hand resting intimately on his shoulder while they whispered in the dark.
