THE TYRANT'S BABY
The air felt thick in his lungs as each breath became harder to take than the last.
He was suffocating in his own need to find her.
Marcie hesitated, studying him for a moment, before she gave a resigned sigh. "You're really set on this, huh?" she muttered, then scribbled something on a napkin and slid it across the counter to him. "She lives in the Greystone Apartments, 4821 Hawthorne Lane."
"I don't know the exact floor and room so ask the apartment owner." She added.
Alaric grabbed the napkin without a word, his fingers trembling as he folded it tightly. "Thank you," he said, his voice tight with barely contained urgency.
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