CHAPTER THIRTY-THREEALARIC’S POV

“And you said you weren’t interested,” she said, mocking, her lips twitching like she enjoyed the taste of my discomfort.

I scoffed and looked away, folding my arms. “Tell me.”

She leaned back slightly. “Not like you care.”

“I do,” I snapped, then paused. My jaw tightened.

“I don’t. I just want to know if I’m not sharing space with an enemy.”

Her laughter burst out suddenly, loud and unrestrained. It startled me.

“Of ...