MEADOW'S POV.
A strange feeling settled in my chest.
I wasn't sure whether to feel relieved or nervous.
Before I could respond, a shadow fell across the room.
A familiar voice spoke from the doorway.
"What maid are you talking about?"
I froze.
Ryder froze too.
Slowly, both of us turned toward the door.
Killian stood there.
His expression was unreadable.
Which somehow made it worse.
For several long seconds, nobody spoke.
Then Ryder looked at me.
I looked at Ryder.
Ryder looked back at Killian.
"Oh."
The realization hit him.
His eyes widened.
"Oh."
I narrowed my eyes immediately.
Ryder visibly shrank.
"Whoops."
I glared harder.
He winced.
"Sorry."
Killian stepped fully into the room and closed the door behind him.
His attention never left me.
"Answer me, Meadow.
