MEADOW'S POV.
The silence stretched between us.
Killian was standing near the window with his arms folded across his chest. His eyes never left the door, as though he expected Ryder to return immediately with every maid in Crescent Dawn lined up behind him.
I watched him for a long moment before finally shaking my head.
"You know," I said, breaking the silence, "you're making everyone in this pack house tense over one maid and one single incident."
He didn't answer.
"I'm serious."
Still nothing.
"You've probably terrified half the servants already."
Finally, he looked at me.
"If they're innocent, they have nothing to fear."
His tone was cold.
I sighed.
"That's easy for you to say."
"It is."
I stared at him.
"You really don't think you're overreacting?"
"No."
"I do."
His
