KILLIAN’S POV.
The water had helped.
Not enough to clear my mind completely, but enough to quiet the storm of thoughts that had been running through my head since my mother left.
I stepped out of the shower and grabbed the towel beside me, drying my hair before wrapping it around my waist. The room was warm from the steam, but my thoughts were still focused on the same things.
Meadow.
The trap.
My mother’s words.
I walked toward the closet and pulled out a clean shirt.
The entire situation was becoming more complicated by the hour.
Everyone seemed to have already decided what Meadow was.
A problem.
A threat.
Someone who had forced herself into my life because of the mark.
But the more I looked at the situation, the less that explanation made sense.
She had been terrified of w
