Rhea's POV My arms were still crossed. My glare was sharp enough to cut glass. “Rhea,” Alaric said, instantly flinching, and then, God help him, he laughed nervously. He laughed. I nearly lunged for another bookend. “I can explain.” He added quickly, holding up both hands like he was being arrested, “Just before you throw anything else, please let me explain.” “Oh, you better start right now, Alaric Vale.” I snapped, stalking toward him like a woman possessed.l, “Because I just walked into our house, excited to see you, only to be greeted by a feral teenager and a man making himself a snack in my kitchen like he pays rent here.” Alaric placed his hands gently on my shoulders and leaned down ever so slightly, “Okay. Okay. Deep breath. I deserved that.” I narrowed my eyes, “You deserved worse.” “Fair.” He nodded solemnly, “Very fair.” “Start talking.” He sighed and gently guided me to the side of the foyer, away from earshot of the others. His hand lingered on my arm, perhaps
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