Alaric’s POV
In my rush to save Cara, I didn’t see the attacker, only the knife. That is my greatest regret in this situation, especially as I lean up to give Cara a once-over, making sure she is unharmed. She’s healthy, but trembling, likely afraid.
Who wouldn’t be, when they just had a knife flying at them?
I look around, over to where the knife would have come from, but whoever was there is no gone.
“I’m calling the police,” says a passerby. “Gods, you just saved her life.”
I don’t care about praise. The only thing I care about is the woman in my arms.
“Cara?” I ask. She’s staring at me with wide eyes, likely in shock. “Cara, are you okay?”
She blinks once, twice, then her eyes focus on mine. “Alaric…”
“I’m here,” I tell her. “You are safe now.”
“Someone tried to…”
“They are
