Aliana's POV

I was looking at both of them like it's not them just a few minutes ago at the throat of each other. Fighting over my freedom in my presence like I don't exist. I won't let that happen.

The fire was making in the large stone hearth, keeping us warm and casting strange shadows on the walls of Leonard's sitting room. After they have calmed down from the intense discussion. The chamber smelled of old leather and something oppressive.

I sat stiffly on one of the sofas opposite from ...