CHAPTER 189
The sound of the bowl sliding across the marble felt like a gavel coming down. Isabella stood up, her movements possessing that new grace that she seemed notice more now.
She didn't look at Alaric anymore; he had been stripped bare, and there was nothing left to see.
"I think I've had enough of the past for one afternoon," Isabella stated.
"Clara, thank you for the meal. It was... enlightening." Clara remained seated, her fingers still tracing the rim of her bowl. "Knowledge is a heavy meal, Isabella. Make sure you digest it before the sun sets. The Sovereign will be back soon, and he does not like the smell of Southern guilt in his kitchen."
Alaric didn't move. He sat hunched over the counter, the broad shoulders that had once carried the hopes of an entire pack now looking burdened by nothing but regret.
