ALARIC POV
I didn't know when I turned sharply and shot her the kind of glare that made her flinch. Good.
I turned to face her fully, my eyes narrowing dangerously on her. "Never in your entire fucking life call her that." I approached her slowly, and she took slow, desperate steps backward. "I am the only one who calls her that. You have no right to..." I counted my words through gritted teeth.
Her lips parted, and I saw her wide eyes glistening as if she might cry.
And? Who gives a fuck?
Her tears meant nothing to me.
"Have I made myself clear?" I breathed out, stopping in my tracks, my eyes never leaving hers.
She nodded frantically, "Ye... Yes. Yes, I'm sorry." She said almost in a whisper.
"Good."
For the rest of the morning, June avoided me like a plague, and I'd never been so thankful for anything.
