#Chapter59
Theo pulled me down on the soft grey armchair behind me, breaking my stare with the picture. The man Alaric looked over his shoulder at the painting I was so engrossed in before he growled, snapping my attention back to him. /"Sorry,/" I said. He cocked his head to the side, his beady red eyes boring into me as his lips pulled back slightly revealing his fangs.
/"Alaric,/" Theo growled when he noticed the man was scaring me.
