MEADOW'S POV.
Warmth.
That was the first thing I noticed.
Not pain.
Not fear.
Not the cold that had followed me through the forest.
Warmth.
It wrapped around me from every direction, pulling me slowly toward consciousness.
For a few moments, I simply lay there, enjoying it.
Then my eyes opened.
I stared at a wooden ceiling.
My brows immediately furrowed.
This wasn't my room.
The realization sent a small wave of panic through me.
I tried to sit up.
The second I moved, pain shot through my ankle.
A gasp escaped me.
Memories came rushing back.
The forest.
The storm.
The trap....
Killian.
My eyes widened.
I immediately looked around.
The room was small.
A fireplace burned quietly nearby.
A couch sat beneath me.
A table.
A chair.
And in that chair...
Killian.
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