Meadow’s POV:
I hated this. Hated feeling unsure about something. And of course, I could’ve told Alaric about this, but he was going to assure
me.
And I trusted him, but I didn’t want to be assured.
Not by him, anyway.
My gaze shifted to my phone on the table, and I thought of a million reasons why I shouldn’t do what I was about to do.
But no matter what I thought of, the solution remained the same.
Shoving out one final, anxious breath, I picked up the phone and scrolled through my contacts to click on the name I was looking for.
It rang thrice before she answered.
“Well, this is a surprise,” Clarissa said in a sickly sweet tone. “I didn’t even think you had my number-”
“What’s your game play?” I cut her mid-sentence, as I wasn’t in the mood for small talk.
“Game play?” she asked, seeming genuinely confused. “What do you mean by that?”
Something twisted in my stomach. “I know you, Aunt Yvonne. You’re not one to give up so easily, and I’m not going to believe that you agreed to back away after Ingrid made you leave. Especially after everything…”
“And by everything, you mean me wanting to snatch your husband from you?”
I said nothing in response, although a hot feeling started to rise toward my chest. Clarissa let out an airy chuckle. “Relax, Meadow,” she said gently. “If I wanted your husband, I’d have taken him a long time ago.”
If I had rolled my eyes at that moment, they would’ve gotten stuck in my head. Here Clarissa was, still thinking she could be with Alaric if she tried.
That was the thing. She did try. And she failed. So I refused to take the bait. “Then why does it feel like you’re still circling?” I asked quietly. “Why does it feel like you’re planning something?”
There were a few seconds of pause before she replied. “You’ve always been so sensitive, baby girl,” she started, and I could hear amusement coating her voice. “And you’ve always had good intuition.” She scoffed. “If only you weren’t so wrong all the time…”
A cold feeling washed over me. “What are you talking about? Spit it out, Yvonne_”
“I’m not the one you should be worrying about, Meadow. I’d rather not piss Alaric off, because I know him. And I know how easy it is for him to make people disappear. However…”
I held my breath, waiting for the other shoe to drop. She couldn’t mean…
“Your sister doesn’t share the same sentiment.”
My heart sank into my stomach as a feeling of dread settled deep in my bones. “W-what are you talking about?”



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