C43 Black tulips

SYDNEY

I didn’t know whether to scream at him, slap him, or collapse into his arms.

The way Alaric’s voice had dropped when he said, “You’re not leaving my sight, Sydney. Not again.” still rang in my ears long after he left my office. It wasn’t a plea. It wasn’t even a suggestion. It was a command. One so raw, so final, that it rattled something in me I didn’t want to admit.

I hated it