When Nicolette had first been brought out of the small room Craig had placed her in, panic had taken over her body, wondering what he was going to do to her.
Craig hadn't locked her up or anything, but he had made it clear that her freedom had been stripped away, and she had been expecting worse.
But when she saw Alaric in the room, relief swept away her panic.
He had found her!
The tiny voices in her head cheered.
Except now, the excitement, the relief—had all been ripped out of her at Alaric's words.
He had called her a bitch.
The words hit her harder than she had expected, freezing her in place.
When Alaric looked at her, his eyes shone with indifference, the smirk on his lips widening as he turned to Craig.
Her stomach dropped, and her chest squeezed with pain.
"I can't wait, Alaric Allens," Craig said, his excitement evident in his voice. He stood up, walked over to them, and extended his hand. "Nice doing business with you."
