Dahlia

The footsteps continue, and I stand up straight, ready for whoever is coming. To my surprise, Alaric moves too and steps in front of me so I'm shielded by his massive body.

It confuses me.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

“Giving you what you want,” Alaric replies.

I cross my arms over my chest. “And what is that?”

“Someone who stays.”

I'm at a loss for words since there’s no smart response here. He isn’t wrong, and there’s ...