MEADOW’S POV.
I stared down at the plate in front of me for a long moment.
The sandwich smelled good.
Too good.
Maybe that was the problem.
Because suddenly, I became painfully aware of how long it had been since I had eaten properly.
Still, my stomach twisted unpleasantly at the thought of food.
Slowly, I shook my head and pushed the plate back toward him.
“I’m not hungry,” I said quietly. “I don’t want food.”
Alpha Killian did not respond immediately.
He just stood there across from me on the other side of the counter, watching me silently.
His expression gave away nothing.
No irritation.
No concern.
Nothing.
And somehow, that made me even more uncomfortable.
The kitchen suddenly felt too quiet.
Rain tapped steadily against the windows while thunder rolled softly somewhe
