Chapter 103

Meadow’s POV

The moment I asked that question, the atmosphere shifted. Alaric looked away from me, his body tensing, his jaw clenching even harder.

I knew why I chose this question. Because there really was no way for Alaric to avoid the truth. Maybe I was being manipulative, but I needed to know. This was the only way I would know if Alaric did get drunk with Clarissa like she had claimed.

Like I said, I was going to find a way to ask. And now, the opportunity had simply presented itself.

“Alaric?” I pressed again, my voice quieter this time.

He pushed away from the counter. From me. And I instantly knew that whatever was going to come out of his mouth next was going to be a lie.

“You did.”

My stomach fell, my voice shaking as I replied: “You’re lying.”

“Meadow—”

“No,” I snapped, jumping down from the counter. I stumbled, but Alaric was quick to catch me before I could fall. “You said you were going to answer ho