Cara’s POV
I can admit that in these early morning hours, I temporary forgot about the danger I was in. I should have told Alaric or security and insisted on taking someone else with me to help keep Noel and I safe during breakfast.
Yet, the way Alaric is acting now is beyond the pale. I know he’s jealous, and that he’s worried, but to accuse Noel of such a thing is utterly ridiculous.
“Noel is not the assassin,” I say slowly and clearly, wanting there to be no misunderstanding in this.
“How can you possibly be sure? You just met him not all that long ago,” Alaric says. “He comes in, charms you, attempts to sweep you off your feet… It could all be a ploy for –”
“Alaric, so help me. If you say one more word.”
Alaric closes his mouth for a moment. Then opens it again. “We have to fac
