MEADOW'S POV.
Mira and I settled beneath the shade of a large oak tree not far from the pack house.
The breeze was cool, carrying the scent of flowers and fresh grass. Everyone was going about their business. From where we sat, everything looked peaceful.
Mira had just finished telling me about her meeting with Killian.
"I've honestly never seen him question someone like that before," she said, letting out a small sigh. "He wanted every single detail."
I nodded absentmindedly.
"He asked what Damian said."
Another nod.
"He asked whether Damian touched you."
"Mmm."
"He even got upset when I told him Damian kept looking at your neck."
"Mmm."
Mira suddenly stopped talking.
A few seconds passed.
"...Meadow?"
I didn't answer.
My mind wasn't here anymore.
It was back to my last c
