Meadow’s POV: I hated this. Hated feeling unsure about something. And of course, I could’ve told Alaric about this, but he was going to assure me.And I trusted him, but I didn’t want to be assured.Not by him, anyway.My gaze shifted to my phone on the table, and I thought of a million reasons why I shouldn't do what I was about to do.But no matter what I thought of, the solution remained the same.Shoving out one final, anxious breath, I picked up the phone and scrolled through my contacts to click on the name I was looking for.It rang thrice before she answered.“Well, this is a surprise,” Clarissa said in a sickly sweet tone. “I didn’t even think you had my number—”“What’s your game play?” I cut her mid-sentence, as I wasn’t in the mood for small talk.“Game play?” she asked, seeming genuinely confused. “What do you mean by that?”Something twisted in my stomach. “I know you, Aunt Yvonne. You’re not one to give up so easily, and I’m not going to believe that you agreed to back
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