Alaric
"I have arrived and I am about to board the flight," I said into the phone as Marcus, my bodyguard, pulled up at the private terminal. "I truly hope I don't regret this."
In truth, regret was already curling tight in my chest. My heart refused to slow its frantic rhythm, pounding hard at the mere thought of seeing Nico again after that charged night in the hallway. The memory of his body pressed against mine in the darkness, the unwelcome heat that had stirred in me—it lingered like smoke I could not clear from my lungs.
Dorothy's laughter came through the line, breaking my spiraling thoughts. "Don't worry, Alaric. I am sure you will enjoy the campaign. It will be good for your image."
I rolled my eyes at her words. "Enjoy anything that involves Nico Park? You must be joking. Just hope we don't kill each other. Goodbye, Dorothy."
