Doubts plaqued Alaric's mind as he questioned the reality of the situation. A deep crease etched between his brows as he struggled to comprehend why Ivanka would be at his gate. Was it a dream?
She was seated on the floor , her hands and legs huddled together, with her head resting in between her legs. She was shaken and drenched in the rain, Alaric couldn't tell if the trembling was from the cold, or because she had been crying.
He was muddled. The whole time he was out there looking for her, she had been at his place?! But why?
He stood frozen for a moment, still trying to process the thought in his head.
Ivanka knew he was there. Of course, she had seen his headlights. She was just too weak to look at him.
But when she noticed he was fixed on a point, she forced her head up and loc
