Nico
I stepped out of the bathroom with my blood running hot. Anger boiled inside me like fuel in an overheated engine, pushing dangerously close to the surface.
For a split second back there, I had almost let my enigma side slip out — that darker, more possessive part of me that wanted to destroy anyone who dared speak badly about Alaric.
I took a slow breath, trying to rein it in, but the fury still simmered just beneath my skin.
I scanned the paddock, my eyes narrowing as I searched for the source of my rage. There he was. Kelvin McRae leaned casually against a Mercedes hospitality unit, laughing with a couple of engineers like he owned the entire place. The sight made my jaw clench so tightly it ached.
He had no right to talk about Alaric the way he did during the media session. No right at all.
