Nico
If looks could kill then Alaric would have buried me a long time ago with every murderous glare he throws at me.
He hated how easily I could get under his skin, especially when we were standing shoulder to shoulder with fifty lenses tracking our every micro-expression.
The reporters chuckled at the cracks, completely oblivious to the thick, underlying tension snapping between us like a live wire.
They had no idea how badly I wanted to pull him into my arms and kiss him right there.
As we broke away from the media circle to head toward the podium for the celebration, my teammate, Ethan, caught up to me, looking entirely stressed as he handed me a fresh towel.
