Meadow’s POV:
Alaric didn’t take his eyes off me as he pressed the ‘end call’ button.
For a moment, I thought he had overheard the call. But the phone wasn’t on speaker, so there was no way he could hear all the things that Tyler was saying to me.
However, the look on his face meant that he’d heard enough of my side to know exactly who I’d been talking to.
Alaric’s jaw ticked, fingers flexing at his sides. His gaze dropped to the phone still clenched in his palm.
Anger wouldn’t be enough to describe the expression I saw on his face.
It was rage—much deeper than anger. I wasn’t sure I’d seen him look like this before.
I swallowed, backing up into the desk. Any more of that and I would disappear through the wood.
“Alaric…” I breathed.
I hadn’t done anything wrong, and Alaric hadn’t
