C44 Immortal

ALARIC

I never trusted the man.

The first moment I laid eyes on Andy at that gala, I felt it—that suffocating, otherworldly pulse, faint but unmistakable. Like a whisper under the skin. The kind of aura that doesn’t belong to ordinary men. The kind of aura I’d spent years training myself to hide.

Yet Sydney, in all her stubborn brilliance, seemed blind to it. Or maybe she didn’t want to see