CHAPTER 163

ALARIC

“I don’t even recognise myself right now. And it’s so—pathetic,” she snapped, pacing again, her arms crossing and uncrossing like she couldn’t decide what to do with her body.

“The yelling. The sarcasm. Like that’s helping anyone.”

I heard someone—probably Dominic—snort under his brea...

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