Meadow’s POV:

Yes. A goddamn throne. I couldn’t call it a chair because that wasn’t what it was. It was big and black and… beautiful, with purple highlights that accentuated the head. All the breath escaped my lungs.

“Alaric…” I was too speechless to finish my sentence.

“Would you like to sit on it?” he asked. I nearly jumped. I hadn’t even realized when he stepped behind me. I started to turn around to face him but he stopped me, squeezing my waist and preventing me ...