Meadow’s POV:

Alaric was keeping me locked up in his house like a goddamn prisoner.

It had been days—nearly a week—since he’d left for Vegas, and he hadn’t contacted me once, or at least offered some kind of explanation for his behavior the other night.

He was pretending like I didn’t exist, yet he made sure I never left the house.

The first day I saw the hefty men in suits, I wondered why on earth they were just hanging around and not talking to anyone—except Mel when she ...