KILLIAN’S POV.
The cabin door slammed shut behind me, cutting off the worst of the storm.
For a moment, the only sounds were the rain pounding against the roof and Meadow’s uneven breathing.
I carried her deeper into the cabin and laid her carefully on the sofa near the fireplace.
The second I let go of her, another violent shiver ran through her body.
My jaw tightened.
She was worse than I thought.
The cabin was cold.
Not freezing, but cold enough that the dampness in the air clung to everything.
I crossed the room and crouched beside the fireplace.
A few pieces of dry wood remained stacked beside it from the last time the cabin had been used.
At least there was that.
After several frustrating minutes, flames finally caught.
Orange light spread through the room, pushing shado
