Alaric’s POV:

“You told her I got drunk with you and let you convince me to release her sister? I don’t even get fucking drunk.”

“Yeah, but she doesn’t know that, does she?” She stepped closer, gaze narrowing. “Come to think of it, what does your wife even know about you? Gosh, there’s so much to say, so much to tell her but you—”

Before I could stop myself, my hand reached for Clarissa’s neck and I backed her up against the desk.

A gasp tore from her throat, and her ...