Meadow’s POV:
“Excuse me?” I nearly sputtered out my coffee.
Ingrid and I were only separated by the counter, and now she tapped her manicured burgundy nails against the counter top, the sneer on her face permanent.
My gaze narrowed as I tried to wrap my head around the fact that she just asked if Alaric and I were trying for a child.
“You heard me,” she said coldly. “I had hoped that would be the next step after your… sudden marriage. And considering what I walked in on earlier, I suppose I’m not in the wrong for asking, am I?”
‘Yes,’ I wanted to say. ‘Yes, you are so wrong for asking. And also, you’re such a f*****g bitch.’
But I didn’t say that.
“Speaking of…” I trailed off, looking away from her as I felt heat creep up my neck. “I’m sorry you had to see that.”
Whether I hated
