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Ophelia let out an enraged shout upon seeing her idiot of a brother's familiar face.
He was partially turned away from her, but she felt rage build up replacing the previous shock when she saw him.
Why was he here in her mother's bedroom when she had been looking for him all over the palace?
Unbelievable! Didn't he know that men and women should keep a distance?
Especially when they weren't related biologically by blood!
She stalked forward, shouting at him. "Why are you here?! Where is my Alexander?" she cried, looking around the room, as if her darling would come out if she just looked for him.
There was a faint trace of unease that was building up inside her.
Something was wrong.
Unlike his usually sloppy self, where a smile always hung on his face, there was no trace of it now.
Alistair turned his head ever so slightly, looking her straight in the eye.