Meadow’s POV:

I wasn’t sure when I fell asleep, but the moment I woke up the next morning, I knew Alaric hadn’t slept in here with me.

Just to make sure I wasn’t just assuming, I reached behind me to touch his side of the bed. It was cold. And then I turned on the bed, shifting to look at it. To see with my own eyes.

It was made.

Alaric had whipped me with his belt and left me hanging. And he didn’t even come back after he’d made me believe that we would sleep together.

Maybe ...