Chapter 193

• Alaric’s POV
• The low hum of my men murmuring among themselves was a faint backdrop to the chaos in my mind. I stood at the desk, my fists pressed against the mahogany surface, staring at the map spread before me. My eyes traced the routes leading to Cruz territory, my mind calculating every possible move Alonso might make next.
• The door to the study pushed open and closed. I could hear light, precise footsteps and I instantly knew who it was without even having to look up.