Her words felt like a dagger to his heart. "Is that all I am to you now?" he asked with his voice barely above a whisper.
But Selene didn't respond immediately. Instead, she turned her back to him, gathering the bloodied cloth and tools into a tray. "You should sleep," she said finally. "It's been a long night."
"No, no, no, no, no. You're not turning your back on me. Talk to me!" Alaric suddenly burst out in anger making her stop.
"You should stop, Sir Damian," Selene replied coldly, her tone sharp with bitterness. She turned slightly, just enough to glance over her shoulder. Her gaze was distant and her emotions were carefully masked. "You're getting married. Shouldn't you be with Claudia?"
Her words struck Alaric hard, like a blow he hadn't seen coming. For a moment, he stared at he
