Alaric’s POV:
Fuck. Me.
It should’ve pissed me off that Meadow was willing to go to this length just to stop me from killing that bastard when she couldn’t even give me a reason not to.
And it did. Pissed me the hell off.
But the words she had just whispered appealed to me in a way that no one else would understand. Not even her. They appealed to a part of me I wasn’t ready to show her yet, and I could hear it calling out to me.
It wasn’t supposed to be like this. Meadow wasn’t ready. Not yet.
Raising my hand to cup her face, I stroked her cheek with my thumb. “You have no idea what you’re asking, Meadow.”
She inhaled shakily, trembling beneath my touch. I could already feel the fabric of my pants tightening. Too innocent.
Too damn innocent.
“I think I do,” she whispered, removin
