[Alaric]

“Get out.”

The words were out of my mouth before my brain could even process the magnitude of the accusation. They were cold, sharp, and meant to wound. I needed to eject him from the room—from my sight—before the poison he was spewing could sink into the floorboards of my home.

“Alaric—”

“I said get out!” I roared.

The power behind my voice hit the silencing ward like a physical wave, the magic Hera had woven around the door shimmering under the strain. I was no ...