POV: ALARIC
I slowly approached her while she took desperate steps backward with her eyes still glued on me. I'll cut off his hands and deliver them to you in a bouquet while I'd serve his head on a platter for you."
"Alaric…"
"The lives of a lot of people are in your hands, baby. You'll decide who lives and who dies. And you know how." I added, my body ghosting over her small one, and she looked like I could break her just with the snap of my fingers. She was so fragile that it made my cock ache always.
"You're a monster," she whispered.
A slow smile stretched my lips at the compliment.
Finally, she understood.
"You've always known this since childhood, little sister. I've always been a monster for you." My fingers brushed the side of her face softly, but she flinched and pulled away.
