Nicolette slumped on the bed immediately she got inside. Her heart pounded with pain and disbelief.
No, Alaric wouldn't do that.
Still, the betrayal pierced her, making her blood curdle.
Violet was in the house, and Alaric had allowed it.
Clara had disrespected her with that question, yet Alaric had said nothing.
Her shoulders tensed as the reality of the night dawned on her. She wrapped her arms around herself, fresh humiliation racing through her.
Alaric was going to take Violet to bed—just a moment after kissing her, after... almost...
She shot to her feet, before she could be completely devoured by humiliation.
Why was she feeling like this?
She shouldn't care what he decided to do!
It wasn't her business!
Yet... she couldn't shake off the pain... the anger, the shame that he had taken Violet to bed.
Clara's question rang in her ears again, and her knees buckled with pain. It was going to happen over and over again.
Violet was going to live with them.
