Chapter 87

Alaric

I took another sip of whiskey, letting the burn distract me from Julian's probing stare. "There's nothing to tell. You're imagining things."

"Am I?" He tapped his fingers on the table. "The Alaric Sterling I know would've jumped at those model photos I showed you. Instead, you acted like I was showing you tax returns."

"Maybe I'm evolving."

"You? Evolve?" Julian snorted. "Next, you'll tell