"Fuck," Alaric groaned softly as he rolled on the floor immediately after Nicolette walked out.
His heart was still pounding fast, but he felt better—relieved, even. He counted to ten, waiting until he was capable, waiting until blood had been supplied to every part of his body before he propelled himself upright.
"Damn," he groaned again as he sat up. His vision blurred for a moment as blood rushed into his head.
He paused, waiting and waiting until he felt better.
He was going to kill Violet when he saw her.
She was going to regret doing this to him.
But then again, her stupid action had brought Nicolette one step closer to him and for that he couldn't be entirely mad.
He opened his eyes, and his mind flooded with all the events that had just happened.
"Fuck," he chuckled, his heart fluttering with excitement.
