Chapter 228

• Matteo’s POV
• I didn’t plan on staying long. I didn’t even plan on sitting down.
• Alaric’s place was oddly calm when I walked in, but the serenity was an illusion. Beneath it was a storm waiting to happen. I could feel the eyes of all of his men watching me and ready to shoot if I as much as breathed wrongly in Emilia’s direction. My fists clenched at my sides as I caught sight of her on the couch, legs tucked under her, scrolling through her phone like she didn’t set my world on fire.