Chapter 17

Alaric's POV

I picked up the glass cup next to the cabinet that contained an apple cider drink and gulped it into my throat to ease the disgust of a meal.

At the same time, Alana walked back into the room with fright in her body's composure.

Swallowing the rest of the salt in my tongue with my eyes closed in irritation, I pointed my palm to it.

"What is this? Alana, what did you do?" Her face dashed from me to the plate and back on me then she shrugged, acting innocent.

This was my fault. I had been the one who wanted to be nice, and in return, this was what I got.

"Oh, it's clear now. You want revenge, and thus you waited for a time when I would slip, and then you could poison me." I stood up and threw the cup against the wall.

The effect emitted a shattering sound, and as the pieces rattled on the ground with a crinkling sound, my eyes burned at Alana.

"Just say the truth. You were waiting for me to come to you, and then you could fool me, is that it?" There was a frown settle