Reading the Traitor

A few weeks ago

Alaric's POV

I occupy the seat before Cyras, my eyes boring holes into his skin as I watch him keenly.

He is cuffed, and his eyes are resting on the table separating the two of us.

I relax against my seat and tap my fingers on the table.

Once.

Twice.

Thrice.

"You know why I'm here; don't wait for me to ask," I begin.

He slowly lifts his gaze and settles it upon mine. "Why do you do