KILLIAN’S POV.
The cabin had finally fallen silent.
The storm still raged outside, with rain striking the roof in steady waves and wind rattling the windows every now and then, but inside, everything felt strangely calm. The fire burned low in the hearth, casting a warm orange glow across the room and chasing away the cold that had followed us in from the forest.
My gaze drifted toward the couch.
Meadow was asleep.
Sometime after she finished eating, exhaustion had finally claimed her. She hadn't even realized she was falling asleep. One moment, she had been sitting there looking deep in thought, and the next, her eyes had slowly closed.
Now she lay curled beneath the blanket, which was pulled all the way up to her neck.
For a long moment, I simply watched her.
She looked different
