Meadow’s POV:

Throughout the entire ride home, Alaric’s hand remained on my exposed thigh while he drove with the other. It was difficult to concentrate or think of other reasons I was supposed to be upset with him for.

And I liked that I couldn’t concentrate. If it meant I wouldn’t have to cry or dwell on what had happened in that facility with my unhinged twin sister, then I was all in.

I bit down a moan when his hand inched higher. I wondered what he was going to do to me. ...