#Chapter 130: How Much Do You Know About Him?

Alaric’s POV “No,” Eamon says. “I can’t imagine that Noel is our assassin. For one, Landon vouches for him, which is as good as any hard proof in my book.” “He could be deceiving Landon,” I suggest. “Landon is a good judge of character,” Eamon insists. “But, even if you can’t take my brother’s word as gold, you can at least trust your own eyes. When that red-stained note was left for Cara, you and Noel had been sitting in the same room.” “He could have an accomplice,” I say, though admit to myself that my excuses are stretching thin. It appears to me now that I believe Noel could be the assassin less because of evidence and more because I want him to be. If he was, I could separate him and Cara with good reason. I wouldn’t just be a jealous brute who wanted to keep a wandering male away from my mate and family. “Do you really believe that?” Eamon asks. Eamon and I aren’t exactly friends, but we’ve developed a kind of rapport over the years that has strengthened recently