Alaric surprisingly remained calm. Like nothing had happened in the period they'd spent there, well at least his visage gave no secrets or hints to what he could've been feeling or thinking. He only raked his fingers through those soft locks of his and continued on toward the base of the stairs that split.
"What would be the point in saving her if only to turn around and shred her to ribbons?" Asked Mr. Draconic, glimpsing over his shoulder at Ari for a long fleeting moment before continuing up the stairs with his elegant gait.
Benjamin raised a brow. "He didn't try to," He raised a white gloved hand dramatically, sliding a finger across his throat. "Did he?"
Her brown eyes rolled at Alaric's casual manner disregarding everything that happened between them since the moment he found her alone and shivering behind a dumpster.
