Damien stood there, his face darkening the moment he saw his uncle standing so close to Sofia's bed. His gaze darted between Alaric's relaxed posture and Sofia's pale, panicked expression.
"Uncle?" Damien's face was etched in a frown. "What are you doing in my chambers?"
Alaric didn't flinch. He turned slowly, wearing a cool, composed smirk that only served to irritate Damien further. "I came to find you, but it seems I found your slave instead." He shot a wink toward Sofia, his gaze lingering on her frightened face before turning back to his nephew. "It is great news that she is alive."
"This doesn't concern you," Damien snapped, stepping into the room and effectively placing his body between Alaric and Sofia. "What is this? Why were you talking to her?"
"Nothing of importance," Alaric said smoothly, walking toward the door. He paused and looked back at Sofia one last time, his eyes burning with a promise that terrified and intrigued her. "Sofia, I'll see you around."
