When Lara stepped out of the study, her steps faltered. An inexplicable wave of grievance swelled within her, tightening her throat. She paused, fingers curling against her palms as she tried to steady her breathing. The silence was deafening, broken only by the soft rustle of her clothing as she resumed walking. Her light footsteps glided noiselessly along the cold stone floor, leaving no echo in the corridor.
She decided to reveal what happened back then to Lara's family. It was not her problem to resolve, she was not the original Lara. There were seven capable men in the family. If they could not uncover who was the perpetrator for Lara's kidnapping two years ago, then they do not deserve to be her new family.
Lara was startled when an ornate door opened to her right.
"Going back? I'll walk with you." Alaric's smooth voice drifted into the silence before she could react, and without waiting for her response, he fell into step beside her.
