Sofia couldn't sleep the entire night.
Every time she closed her eyes, Jeremy's words replayed in her mind.
She was terrified of Alaric now. Before, she had feared his temper or his obsession with his late wife, but this was different. This was the fear of a predator who didn't just hunt, but one who built the entire forest just to trap his prey.
At the breakfast table the next morning, the silence was heavy enough to suffocate her. Sofia couldn't eat. She only stared at her plate, pushing a piece of fruit back and forth with her fork.
Alaric sat across from her. He looked as if he hadn't slept a wink either; his eyes were bloodshot, and the shadows beneath them made him look hollow.
