Meadow’s POV:

Alaric’s eyes held mine, calm and heated. I couldn’t look away even if I wanted to. Couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move. I was standing close enough to him that my exposed leg brushed against the side of his pants. He was fully clothed, and yet, I still managed to feel his heat against my skin.

My fingers twitched at my sides and I inhaled through my parted lips.

Behind me, Tyler scoffed. “What the hell are you trying to do here?”

“It’s simple.” Alaric didn’t ...