Chapter 42

Alaric’s POV

I didn’t say anything in response, I just fixed her with an indifferent stare, hoping that she would actually see that I was way past my limit already.

She tutted, narrowing her eyes at me as she shook her head. “Ten years and it’s still the same damn reaction, Alaric.” Her voice was a whisper. “I wonder what this wife of yours would say if she saw you now. This look in your eyes…” She trailed off.

And then she grinned, letting out a weird laugh.

One would describe my mother as bipolar, but that wasn’t the term I would use to describe her. 

Damaged was more like it.

“You handsome, devilish son of mine… Scheiße. You think you’re clever.”

“Ma—”

“You married her to shut me up, didn’t you?” 

I froze. I knew that she would figure it out sooner, but hearing her say it with that smile on her face… it couldn’t be good. “You married her so I would stop talking about Clarissa.”

I flinched, but