Sixteen
Sixteen
HIM
Aleric leans back in his chair, his feet kicked up on his desk, his ankles crossed. Normally, the constant movement of his foot as he taps it in the air would annoy the hel out of me as I’m trying to read, but my thoughts are already too scattered to focus on the page in front of me. We’ve just spent the last two-and-a-half hours going over the contract, changing A to B, then B to C, then C back to fucking A. It’s like he’s been deliberately wasting our time, keeping us here and out of our house. I’ve been telling myself he needs our aid, that he won’t sabotage his only chance at getting help in fighting Antonio, but Aleric has always done what he wants, to hel with the consequences.
And what he wants is Mother.
Who’s home alone. With no magic to defend herself.
But he’s also here, and although he could send a team to attack our place, I know he won’t. Aleric is playing a game with her, and when it comes time for the next round, he’ll