Alaric's hands fell from her neck as he lost all the strength in his muscles. A wave of tangled emotions, a storm of confusion, pain and betrayal engulfed him, on the brink of shattering his fragile sanity.
He looked at the woman before him and fought so hard to recognize her. His mother had become a murderer?
So, it was her who almost got Ivanka killed? If he hadn't come in when he did, Ivanka would have been dead. And it'd have been because of his mother?
He scoffed at the thought of it - at the thought of losing the only woman he's ever loved to his own mother.
Salome, strengthening her collars and reclaiming her breath, looked at Alaric with surprise.
"Why do you care, tho? I'm aware you hate your brother. Why do you care for his wife? That day, you had gone into the female's rest
