Dinner Date

I'm looking at the building, and Alaric is watching me. After I managed to drink the smoothie, I planned to relax. Apparently, Alaric had other ideas, and instead, I found myself in the doctors.

Now, though, I have tablets to take—ones that will hopefully prevent me from getting sick. They might not stop the nausea, but I won't be sick. That is what the doctor said anyway.

After the doctor, he took me to get a dress for the evening as if to test my mental state and prove a point. His expression was constantly amused at the awkwardness that radiated from within me while I tried to put away my issues about his money.

Then, on the way out, he said well done, like I passed a damn test.

"You know you won't know for sure if the tablets are working if we don't go in, baby girl. I'm sure Lucas and Bex will be waiting." His hand reaches for mine, and I nod.

Getting out, we walk in, and the hostess guides us to the table where Bex and Lucas are. The place is lavish. It's as if he thought of the