Chapter 39: I'm Your What? - Isolde

I look over to see her standing in the entrance, staring daggers at Alaric. I can feel her distrust and her urge to protect me. She really does feel she’s my bodyguard. Alaric stares at Valeria wide-eyed, his jaw nearly detaching from the sockets.

“Not really, but I’ll explain later. Would you mind getting started on breakfast?” I suggest, with a reassuring smile.

Her eyes narrow in suspicion, “Sure. I worked up an appetite last night anyway,” she says as she heads off to the kitchen, but not without sharing one final glare at Alaric. I brace myself for the barrage of questions awaiting me, and the moment Valeria is out of earshot, they arrive like clockwork.

“In all the years I have been coming here to see you, not once, has there ever been another person in this house. Who is she?” He asks, his eyes alight with excitement like a gossiping schoolgirl. Oh, good grief.

“She is none of your business.”

“Oh, I am not letting you sidestep this. This is huge! She’s very beautiful, are y