Chapter 243

• Emilia’s POV
• I sat across from Alaric in the study, my palms damp against the smooth arms of the leather chair. His cold, calculating demeanor was as familiar as ever, but tonight, it only bothered me more than it really should. I’ve been rehearsing this conversation in my head for days, but now that I was here, all the confidence I had gathered up was gone.
• “I’ve been thinking,” I started, my voice quieter than I wanted it to. I cleared my throat and sat up straighter, trying to meet his sharp gaze. “About Alonso.”