SCARLETT’S POV

Kane’s voice is low, incredulous. “Alaric? What the hell is he doing here?”

I freeze between them. Kane takes a step forward, shoulders bunching, jaw ticking. I have never seen him look…this disgusted. Whatever reaction I expected, this isn’t it.

“Is it Kane?” he says with a mocking tilt of his head. “Or that bastard rogue you’re favoring these days? What’s his name again?”

Kane’s nostrils flare. His aura snaps open, a sharp, controlled burst of ...