Breaking Mereditch

For five years - one thousand, nine hundred and twenty-two nights to be exact - I’ve watched her from afar…

Protecting her. Keeping her safe from the world.

And stalking her every move.

What started as a favor for her brother has grown into something so much more.

A full-blown obsession.

I can’t sleep, I can’t eat, unless I get my Meredith fix.

Claiming her could start a war, and might very well result in my death.

But she’s mine, she’s always been mine.

She just doesn’t know it yet.