Lyra's POV
I squirmed against the stiff infirmary mattress. Perhaps Vivienne hadn't shared that particular detail with him. "You mean the potential suitors she's handpicked for me?" I muttered under my breath. "The ones who might turn out to be my destined mate?"
Alaric's gaze dropped to the polished floor tiles. His tongue swept across his lower lip as he widened the door gap. When he looked back at me, something flickered in his expression.
"I'll catch up with you tomorrow, Princess," he stated simply. The door banged shut with finality, leaving me staring at empty space.
I let out a frustrated breath and collapsed back onto the narrow bed. So much for extracting useful information from him. The question nagged at me - why wouldn't Alaric reveal the identity of my third potential fiancé? I was simply trying to dodge these entitled jerks, for crying out loud.
