Chapter 4

"Rowena, could you..."

"Shut up. Roll up your sleeve."

On my fourth reset, I coldly cut Alaric off.

The time read: 10:30 PM.

Alaric's hand froze mid-air holding his wine glass, looking at me in bewilderment. "What?"

"I said, roll up your left sleeve. Right now." I stared dead at his left wrist....