Meadow’s POV:

“I-I was just…” I trailed off, feeling an intense heat creep up my neck and cheeks.

Alaric’s eyes dragged over me slowly, and I shifted from one foot to the other. His gaze lingered on the lower part of my body for a second before his eyes came up to meet mine again. And back down.

I risked a glance at what I was wearing—a red tank top that rode up a bit so a sliver of my stomach was exposed, and a pair of black shorts. This was my comfort outfit, but right now, ...