The silence in the hospital hallway stretched past ten minutes. Ezra's gaze flicked between the door and Alaric.
With Alaric's hand at his throat, he had barely stopped the bloodthirsty man from storming out of the hospital. Ezra had seen Alaric cold, unreadable, and in control. But never this close to losing it.
He had said only one thing to stop Alaric, 'She needs you.'
Now, Ezra could only hope Alaric didn't force Aveline into anything. He had advice but didn't dare to speak it out.
Alaric turned to the door. His hand twitched. He was a breath away from breaking it open.
Then it opened.
She stood there. Looking calm, collected, cheeks tear-stained, and face flushed. She looked him straight in the eye, "Can I trust her?" She asked, her voice devoid of warmth.
Amelia: "..."
She was standing right there.
But Alaric understood exactly what Aveline meant. No one connected to Damien. Not even through money or manipulation could get to the doctor.
