Alaric's POV
A sharp curse slipped from my lips as I slowly pulled away from Zinnia's warm embrace. Her lower lip pushed out in disappointment, and I couldn't stop myself from brushing one final tender kiss against her soft cheek before heading toward the door. When I opened it, Vivienne stood there, her face set with grim determination.
"Come to give me another lecture, dear sister?" I asked, keeping my tone casual despite the tension radiating from Vivienne's stiff posture.
"Not this time," Vivienne brushed past me into our small home, her gaze immediately locking onto Zinnia. "You need to pack right now. You're getting out of here."
Zinnia's voice pitched higher with alarm. "Getting out? What do you mean?"
Vivienne chewed her bottom lip as she looked back at me, and in that instant, I recognized the weight of whatever news she brought.
"They've located us," Vivienne said simply.
