Alaric’s POV:

“You’re going to fucking thank me for this.”

Clarissa seemed proud about something. My eyes were still narrowed at the back of her head as she led me across from the main house. The moment I realized where she was taking me, red hot anger coiled in the pit of my stomach and I drew her back by her hand.

“What kind of fucking game are you playing, Clarissa?”

The gardening shed. That was where she was taking me. And if memory served me properly, we used to sneak out ...