Alaric’s POV:

I hated the parties my mother threw. They were always filled with self-absorbed asshole relatives who never stopped believing that their opinions were needed in affairs that concerned my own fucking life.

Delusional? Yes, they were. And I could just as easily tell them to stay the fuck away from me, but I wasn’t in such a bad mood tonight.

First, after what Meadow did for me, touching my hand as if she sensed that I was losing my cool earlier, it made me feel a sense of ...