ALARIC POV
The bastard had the audacity to use that word... the one only I was allowed to use. Mine.
I felt my anger spike. My jaw clenched hard enough to ache as I held the phone, waiting for him to say more so I could confirm who he truly was.
My body trembled, and I didn't even realize it as I stood, looking at her with a blank expression.
I brought the phone to my face and looked at the caller ID, but it wasn't a number that was saved.
Smart of her.
I immediately smashed the phone into pieces. I wanted to break something else—anything. She flinched, recoiling into the bed as if she could dissolve into the wall behind her.
I took a step closer to her, my body a wall, blocking her from any chance of escape. "Who the hell was that?" I growled.
Her eyes darted to the shattered phone on the floor, then back to me, lips trembling, a guilty flush rising on her cheeks. She didn't speak. She never did when she knew I had her cornered.
