MEADOW'S POV.
Ryder leaned casually against the doorframe and smiled.
"Well."
I raised an eyebrow.
"Well what?"
"I heard you decided to fight a trap and lost."
I stared at him.
Then I pointed toward the door.
"You can leave."
Ryder laughed and stepped inside.
"Good. You're still capable of threatening people. That's usually a good sign."
He pulled a chair closer and sat down.
For a moment, he studied me carefully.
The humor slowly disappeared from his face.
"How are you feeling?"
The question caught me off guard.
Because unlike most people who asked, Ryder actually sounded like he wanted an honest answer.
I glanced down at my ankle.
"Sore."
"That's expected."
"I also hate being stuck in one room."
"Also expected."
I sighed.
Ryder smiled slightly.
"Other than that?"
