_Rowena’s POV_
I walked out of that club and the night air hit my face as I kept walking.
Alaric fell into step beside me without a word. He didn’t try to slow me down or redirect me. He just walked with me and let me move at my own pace until the noise from inside faded behind us and we were standing in the quieter section of the street away from the entrance.
I stopped.
I stood there for a moment with my bag in my hand and the cold air around me and I let myself actually feel what was sitting in my chest.
It wasn’t about Alaric.
That was what people would think when they replayed it. That I was upset because Kaelen had brought Alaric into it, because he had implied something about what was between us. That wasn’t what was burning in me right now.
What was burning w
