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That voice…

Layla knew that voice and the safety it brought. Alaric! What was he doing here?

“Professor D’Arcy? What are you doing here?” Demeter asked, and her voice was strangely pleasant, like she was greeting a friend.

Layla peeked open her eyes, and her heart almost jumped out of her mouth. The sword was barely a hair’s breath away from her face. The flame danced, trying to lick at her hair. If Alaric had stepped in a minute too late, she would have been dead.

She craned her neck away from the sword and turned in the direction she had heard the voice. Her stomach fluttered as she looked at the familiar, handsome man with his usual smile on his face. It was Alaric. He had saved her.

“I’m here to make a proposal concerning The Child of Darkness.” Alarix said, not even sparing her a single glance as he walked to her side, and her heart lurched.

So he knew what she was too. Had he really come to save her or make the situation worse? He had said she could trust him, but that was befo