MEADOW'S POV.
My emotions were a tangled mess of frustration and anger.
Who did he think he was?
I had come looking for answers, and instead he had treated me like a child who couldn't make decisions for herself.
The more I thought about it, the more annoyed I became.
I was so caught up in my thoughts that I almost missed the voice calling my name.
"Miss Meadow."
I stopped and turned around.
A young woman dressed in a maid's uniform was hurrying toward me. She slowed to a stop a few feet away and offered me a polite smile.
"Yes?" I asked.
"Mr. Ryder asked me to give you a message."
That immediately caught my attention.
"What message?"
"He just left for the woods and asked me to tell you to meet him there."
I frowned.
"The woods?"
The maid nodded.
"He said it was important.
