Then, as if the universe had been waiting for my patience to snap, the office doors swung open.
I looked up instantly.
Alaric walked in.
My body moved before I could think. I shoved my chair back, the legs screeching against the floor as I stood, my heart slamming against my ribs.
My heels made it harder to walk as quickly as I wanted, but I didn't stop. Not for a second.
I stormed toward his office, my vision tunneling, my anger burning hotter as I approached.
I didn't bother knocking.
Pushing the heavy door open with a force that rattled the glass panel beside it, I barged in.
Alaric barely spared me a glance as he shrugged off his suit jacket, moving with the kind of slow, unbothered ease that only infuriated me further.
His dark eyes briefly flickered to me the way one might glance at a nuisance. A single, slow drag of his gaze.
He didn't speak.
Didn't even raise a brow.
That arrogant bastard.
"What the hell did you do?" I demanded.
