Chapter 89

Alaric’s POV

“You’re going to fucking thank me for this.”

Clarissa seemed proud of something. My eyes were still narrowed at the back of her head as she led me across from the main house. The moment I realized where she was taking me, red-hot anger coiled in the pit of my stomach, and I drew her back by her hand.

“What kind of fucking game are you playing, Clarissa?”

The gardening shed. That was where she was taking me. And if memory served me properly, we used to sneak out here whenever my mother was being unbearable.

Plus, this was where my father used to deliver punishments. Clarissa never met my father—it was why I was so desperate to turn that shed into something that wasn’t so horrific. And somehow, I managed it.

Her brows drew together. “What makes you think I’m playing games? I simply want to show you what I did.”

Her gaze dropped to where my hand was connected to her wrist and back to my eyes. I dropped her hand lik