Meadow’s POV:

His eyes were dark and hooded, slightly narrowed. Although, this expression wasn’t aimed at me.

It couldn’t have been. Because the tender way his hand reached for my chin was a huge contrast to the storm roiling in his blue eyes.

“Nothing’s wrong, baby,” he whispered with a slight shake of his head. “I’m fine. Even better now that you’re here.”

Alaric’s other hand reached for my waist, going downward until it was on the curve of my ass, and then he ...