Alaric’s POV: Hunting the Druggist

Alaric

The previous night...

I swirled the amber whiskey in my glass, the heavy crystal cold against my palm. From the leather couch of my private study, the city lights of the skyline looked like a scattered pile of diamonds, but I wasn't looking at the view. My mind was stuck on the way Evelina’s skin felt under my hands—smooth, like raw silk, and radiating a heat that seemed to burn through m