Chapter 129

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, it’s a little bit funny that you’ve been walking on eggshells around me ever since we got back, but okay.”

It had been a day since we returned from Vegas. Alaric had gone straight to work while West drove me home. But I was willing to bet anything that Alaric had his men keeping tabs on me. He was worried that I would go to meet my sister, especially after this new revelation.

And I was. Not to talk about him—no. That was none of her business—but to talk about our f