Nico
When the security guard of Alaric's penthouse saw me arriving in a heavy, oversized black hoodie with the hood pulled low over my face, he didn't need to look any further. He already knew exactly who I was.
"The young master is not in," the guard said, offering a polite but distant nod. "He left early for some appointment."
For some appointment? Hearing those words stirred a dark, volatile jealousy buried deep inside my chest. It flared up instantly.
I couldn't believe what I was hearing, and honestly, I hated myself for it. I wasn't even supposed to be jealous. I had come here for a release, nothing more, but I couldn't help but wonder if he was out there right now, spending his evening on a date with another woman.
'You idiot, you just went on a date with Sophia yourself,' my subconscious bit back, reminding me of my own hypocrisy.
