Alaric’s POV:
I hated the parties my mother threw. They were always filled with self-absorbed asshole relatives who never stopped believing that their opinions were needed in affairs that concerned my own f*****g life.
Delusional? Yes, they were. And I could just as easily tell them to stay the f**k away from me, but I wasn’t in such a bad mood tonight.
First, after what Meadow did for me, touching my hand as if she sensed that I was losing my cool earlier, it made me feel a sense of relief. Lifted this f*****g heavy rock off my chest that I had no idea was even there.
I hadn’t felt that way in a long time.
So I figured the least I could do was behave, nod through a couple of conversations while she took care of her business in the bathroom.
Which, if I had to admit, was a long f***
