Chapter 68

Alana's POV

I wiped my hands on the short waist apron still tied around my waist as I walked out of the kitchen.

I unhooked it from behind and hung it on one of the clothing hooks for the servants as I passed by one.

My mind kept trying to flit to the Jordan issue at hand but I made deliberate effort to think of something else, the part of my head that'd hit the floor had started to ache nastily and I was sure it was because of my raging thoughts and worries.

My steps slowed unconsciously as I ascended a flight of stairs, my hand coming up to lightly caress the bandage on the area of the head that hurt.

I sighed as I arrived at the top of the stairs, on the floor that belonged to Alaric.

Wait, why did my brain just go to him immediately? Ugh –

Then I saw Ava from where I stood, – more like _heard_ her – storming down the hallway like the minister of death. She looked like she was coming from Alaric's room. I wondered what had transpired between them.

But I didn't let myself dwell on i