Chapter 482

ALARIC

Nolan walked into my house and threw himself on the couch. Laid his head back and closed his eyes. Madeline stood and left with Fiona. I went to the kitchen and got us a drink. If he looked that way it could only mean he had an argument with Joanna and as much as I hoped it had nothing to do with my wife, it was impossible.

“Here,” I handed him a glass. “Pour me one as well.” Said Silas co