POV: ALARIC
"I am having trouble picking out the perfect color combinations for the engagement party, baby," she replied, letting out a breath of exhaustion. Her shoulders sagged for dramatic effect as though she carried the weight of the gods on her back.
Baby?
My jaw twitched.
She now calls me that?
If only she could see anything past the bridge of her nose, she'd realize she had no fucking business being this excited about any of this.
"Aren't you going to let me in?"
Before I could answer, she breezed past me, her perfume invading my space like an unwelcome guest overstaying their welcome. "You won't believe how hot it is out there! Jeez!" She breathed in some fresh air.
Then she stopped short.
Her body stiffened, and I watched—half-amused, half-irritated—as her eyes locked onto Norlan.
