Chapter 8

Meadow’s POV

This man was delusional.

Straight up delusional. And insane.

Maybe, along with spreading rumors about how cold and brutal he was, people also needed to add the fact that there was a loose nut in his brain.

I shook my head, dropping the fork onto the plate. “And how long have you been stalking me, exactly?”

I expected him to deny it. Say that he hadn’t been stalking me, but the more he remained silent, the more chill that ran down my spine.

Because he didn’t deny it.

Instead, he said, “That’s not a matter of immediate importance, Meadow.”

I scoffed. “If that isn’t important, what is, then?”

Alaric leaned forward, keeping his hooded eyes on me as he linked his hands together and rested them on the table.

Panic clawed at my chest as I wondered what next he would say. But it wasn’t the kind of panic that was associated with fear, it was the kind that made my legs press together under the table.