ALARIC POV
My entire body trembled, and I knew she could feel it as my grip on her small wrist tightened by the second.
Why?
Why couldn't she see what she was doing to me? Why couldn't she understand that I was losing my mind over her? That every second she spent clinging to the idea of another man was driving me to the edge of something dangerous—something I wasn't sure even I could control.
Why couldn't she fucking let that maggot go?!
I hadn't killed him yet because it would break her. But she keeps making it difficult for me. Fuck!
"Fuck it, Jasmine, who gave this to you?" My voice rose slightly, and my heart thundered in my chest.
She wasn't responding, and her silence was killing me.
Why? Was she too scared? Or was this an attempt to save him from what was to come?
She tried to yank her hand out of my grip. The nerve to think she could.
