CHAPTER 181
Alaric didn't pull away from her finger. He couldn't. The emerald glow from her touch was seeping into his skin, a numbing cold that fought the residual fire in his veins.
He looked into those white, sightless-looking eyes and saw a woman who had spent centuries fortifying her heart against the very thing he was offering.
"I didn't lie about the bond," he whispered, voice trembling but firm. "I felt the pull before I even knew you were a witch."
Clara didn't move. Her narrow gaze scanned his face, looking for the tell-tale twitch of a liar's eye or the spike in heart rate that would give him away.
But Alaric's heart was steady while he narrates. "I felt it when I was still a thousand miles away in the heat of the South. If I'm running, Clara, I'm running to you, not just away from them"
