Meadow’s POV:

“I don’t want you going anywhere without Trip or West escorting you.”

I was seated at the kitchen counter, nursing a cup of coffee. Alaric had just walked into the kitchen, having returned from his morning run. His shirt clung to his body, his shorts sitting low on his hips.

I tilted my head, forcing my gaze away from him and trying not to linger too much. “Why?” I muttered. “You worried my sister is gonna hurt me again?”

“That’s not funny.”

“I mean, ...