CHAPTER THIRTY TWOALARIC’S POV

I caught her staring at me.

The moment our eyes almost met, I looked away like a coward.

It was not that I did not want to talk to her. Gods know I did. The words sat heavy on my tongue. Are you alright? Does it still hurt? Did you sleep? Are you afraid? Are you still… you?

But I swallowed every question.

Because wanting her was dangerous. Because caring this much already felt like a weakness. Because if whatever my heart was doing turned out to be a lie, ...