Jaefel & Emma Under The Oak Tree

"And if they kill her because you acted without thought?"

That made him stop.

For a flicker of a second.

Then—

The torches in the hall shuddered as a gust of wind blasted through the room—no, not wind—Alaric.

He moved faster than the eye could catch, a blur of fury and shadows as he vamp sped out of the hall, his mind a tangle of rage and fear.

Samion cursed. "Damn it."

Lucius pinched the bridge of his nose. "He's going to tear the castle apart."

But Alaric didn't hear them.

He was already at his chambers.

The door to his chambers slammed open with a force that rattled the hinges, and before it could even swing back, Alaric was inside—a blur of motion, a storm of rage.

Lucius and Samion's words still echoed in his head—calm down, rest, think of your next move—but they were background noise now.

He didn't want to think.

Didn't want to rest.