Meadow’s POV:
The time was past seven pm when I trudged down the spiral stairs, my head still aching slightly due to the aftermath of the concussion.
Nova didn't stay too long. When we got to the house, she gushed and gushed over how f*****g huge Alaric’s mansion was. And it was safe to say that she was about eighty-five percent sure that I was in safe hands with my ‘husband.’
I hadn’t told her yet that I was going to agree to marry Alaric and accept the deal, but I was fully certain that she already knew.
After Nova left, I’d spent the entire afternoon trying—and failing—to sleep because of how lost in thought I was. It was impossible to get my overthinking under control. Overthinking was a part of me. It’s one of the major reasons I hated being alone and didn’t waste any time to mov
