Chapter Seven

Alaric's POV

Should I knock? Or just enter her room? It was my place after all, right? But she would be mad at me if I barged in without knocking. Why am I even afraid of what she thinks and feels about me? What if she is still awake or nude under the sheet? 

The last thought set my rigid body aflame, spreading like wildfire on a winter season that eager to break through the cold and barren land and create chaos and destroy anything it licks.

This is bad, really bad. 

‘For f*ck's sake, did I just turned into a poet?’

Dang

‘I’ll just give it to her in the morning.’ Decision made, I started towards my room but stopped short.

‘What about her wrecked apartment? Should I tell her about it? Maybe I should, then maybe I could take some hints of who she is.’ 

I have a strong feeling that she isn’t using her real name. And the reason that she did not fight or tried to run aw