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 fucking 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 ...