Alaric’s POV:
The boardroom was silent.
Not respectful silent. Not attentive silent. But the kind of silence that came when fear settled over every single person like a second skin.
Perfect.
I didn’t tolerate mediocrity, and I sure as hell didn’t reward disloyalty. But today, I was about to do both.
And it’s all because of what I knew she wanted.
Meadow Russell. My sweet, innocent doe.
I hadn’t been able to take my mind off her ever since I felt her touch for the first time six months ago.
It had been an accident—one that I was sure she didn’t even remember. But she’d been standing just outside this building, waiting for that damn bastard, and her hand had brushed against mine.
It was faint, but I felt it. Meadow’s touch.
I made it a point to know every single thing about her,
