#Chapter 113: Protector

Alaric’s POV In my rush to save Cara, I didn’t see the attacker, only the knife. That is my greatest regret in this situation, especially as I lean up to give Cara a once-over, making sure she is unharmed. She’s healthy, but trembling, likely afraid. Who wouldn’t be, when they just had a knife flying at them? I look around, over to where the knife would have come from, but whoever was there is no gone. “I’m calling the police,” says a passerby. “Gods, you just saved her life.” I don’t care about praise. The only thing I care about is the woman in my arms. “Cara?” I ask. She’s staring at me with wide eyes, likely in shock. “Cara, are you okay?” She blinks once, twice, then her eyes focus on mine. “Alaric…” “I’m here,” I tell her. “You are safe now.” “Someone tried to…” “They are gone,” I assure her. “You are safe.” She starts to soften, like she believes me, but then she glances at my shoulder. “Alaric, you’re bleeding.” She pushes on my chest, asking me to sit