Chapter 191

• Emilia’s POV
• The tension in the room was suffocating. Alaric stood by the window, his back to me, his hands braced against the frame as if he were holding himself together. His shoulders were taut, his jaw locked. We were at it again. I didn’t think he meant it literally when he said he wouldn’t let me out of his sight.
• “I’m not asking for your permission, Alaric,” I said, my voice sharper than I intended. “I’m telling you what I need to do.”