Reclaiming the Heirloom

Alistair's deep voice, cold and cutting, held a fury that felt like it could scorch Rosalind to ash.

He looked like a husband interrogating his unfaithful wife.

Rosalind thought contemptuously, 'But does he even have the right?'

Rosalind let out a low chuckle, her eyes full of contempt. "How pathetic," she sneered.

When Rosalind loved Alistair, he treated her like trash.

Now that she'd dumped him,