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Chapter Twelve
Alaric’s POV
After locking the apartment door close we awkwardly stand close to each other, both of us not knowing what to do or make in this situation. To be perfectly honest either I, don’t know what to do or how to justify my weird behaviors, all I know is I want to be close to her, to protect her, and to shield her from things that terrify her.
I am still in the trance of conflicting thoughts when my phone started ringing. My brows furrowed in confusion at the caller ID flashing on my phone.
Then, she awkwardly clears her throat, getting my attention. “I…Uhm…should go to my room. Excuse me.” Then she runs out of my sight.
I sighed.
I sigh for all the things warring inside me. Hunting my family's murderer had been my only goal for the past three years but within a few days, things had been blurry to me. I started to lose track of the things that matter the most to me.
I sta
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