Chapter 154

Alaric’s POV

The last thing I thought I would ever do—asides go to therapy—was to come here.

This was a bad fucking idea. I knew it from the moment I got in the jet. Knew it from the very second I landed in Louisiana and throughout the entire drive to my destination.

But there was nothing else I could do except this. I needed some kind of closure, and where else was I going to get it except here, in the Louisiana State Penitentiary?

Fuck, yes. I was here to see Meadow’s father—the man who was in prison for killing my father.

My fists curled on the surface in front of me and I stared down at it. I hadn’t seen this man in many years. And even before then, I never saw him enough. But I knew. I knew everything he did.

I couldn’t tell Meadow that I loved her when I didn't have a clear conscience, and I would never have a clear conscience if I didn’t speak to Clint Russell.

A loud buzz signified his entrance, and I slowly raised m