KILLIAN'S POV.
The moment the door shut behind us, Meadow looked like all the strength suddenly drained out of her body.
The anger that had been burning in her eyes moments ago dimmed quickly into exhaustion.
She leaned back against the wall roughly, like her legs could no longer hold her properly. Then slowly, without a single word, she slid downward until she was crouched on the floor.
Her arms wrapped loosely around herself.
And she just… stared.
Straight ahead. At nothing.
Silent.
For a long moment, neither of us spoke.
I stayed near the door, watching her carefully while my mind replayed everything that had just happened outside.
Clarissa’s words. Her tone. The satisfaction on her face while she talked about Meadow’s father.
My jaw tightened again.
Something about that ent
