C42 Never let you go

SYDNEY

The room felt too small.

The air pressed heavy against my lungs, and the hum of the AC was suddenly deafening. My pulse pounded in my ears as Alaric stood there — tall, immovable, a storm wrapped in a man’s body — holding the note like it was a weapon.

“What. Is. This.”

His voice was low, controlled, but I could hear the violence simmering underneath.

I swallowed hard