My mouth barely has time to drop open before Benedict reacts.
He strides up the steps and gets close to the older man’s face.
He looks dangerous.
Unhinged.
And for the first time, I wonder if I’ll see him lose control.
My heart pounds violently in my chest, shocked he’d react like this for me.
“Don’t talk to her like that,” Benedict seethes. He looks so angry, but luckily, he takes a step back.
Alistair only smirks, as if this is exactly the reaction he was hoping for. “It was just a joke. No need to be so high and mighty, Benny,” he drawls. “After all, you’re the Worthington with the blackest heart.”