Rowan Blanchard Still Here Novelas e Histórias

Even if I wanted to deny that now, I couldn't because it was clear now that he was the one that had taken her. “He is working for Aiden or with Aiden, I can't tell which now” Rowan was stating the obvious like he couldn't tell that this wasn't the time to say something like that. We finally came to a halt in front of the narrow passage, footsteps visible there, the rage took over me to the extent I didn't realize when I let out a very loud growl. “Hillary has just bitten more than he can chew!!”

She was pale – paler than usual, even – and her lower lip quivered. It wasn’t Kathrena. It was Toby. Toby, who had sat with us at lunch – just yesterday, and every day before that – and who Rowan had admitted to having the tiniest, sweetest of crushes on. He’d brought her to the Fayre, and now he was… gone. “Rowan,” I gasped, grabbing blindly at her arm. The smell of the blood was too much – pungent with its coppery sweetness, its life force slipping away with every passing second – but I wanted to know that Rowan was okay. I had to.

I couldn’t deliver any of them. Andre won’t let me see Rowan. He said Rowan needed his rest, but no matter how many times I’ve begged and even though they said Rowan would be back at work but no matter how many times I’ve paused the scene and pressed play it’s still looks like Damien and not Rowan. How could people think that’s Rowan?

He scanned the room again, his jaw tightening. "He’s his damn boyfriend," Rowan muttered, irritation bubbling inside him. "Shouldn’t he be with him? Watching over Atlas? Making sure he’s okay?" He shoved the phone back in his pocket, frustration simmering just beneath the surface. "Of course he’s not here," he scoffed quietly. Rowan exhaled sharply, fighting the urge to shove someone again to release his rising panic. He glanced through the backyard glass doors but only saw more students dancing on the deck, lights reflecting off the pool. No sign of Atlas.

“You have 45 minutes.” “What’s in 45 minutes?” Jason asked. “The twin’s next feeding.” Maddox sat down next to me. “We are going to try to make sure one of us, if not both, will be there.” Steele walked back in with Blair. “H-hi.” She said a little timidly. “So…” Steele walked in with her around his arm. “… what is the plan for taking out Rowan?” He was looking at Maddox, waiting for an answer.

He hadn't even talked to Amelia yet when the phone rang, it was Rowan calling. Rowan has been MIA these days, not showing up and not talking as openly as before. His voice sounds a bit off too. "Ah, is it hard to hear? I've been a bit under the weather lately," Rowan mumbled, "Sebastian, please pay more attention when recording the show in the future." "Make sure Amelia pays attention too." Sebastian raised an eyebrow at Rowan's unexpected words, "Hey, Rowan, what's up? We should meet up and catch up, it's been a while since I last saw you."

Slowly, I released my hold on Rowan who looked so pale and if it wasn’t the slap raising and falling of his chest, I would have thought he was gone. “Is….is he going to be okay?” I ask no one in particular as I watch some men in uniform pick Rowan from the floor and help him onto a stretcher. “He’s going to be fine.” He answered and this time I took a quick glance at him. I know him. He was Rowan's private investigator, the one who he came with to my company the other day. “Let’s go.” I looked around and almost threw up when all I saw were the dead bodies of men around me.

That figure seemed to be waiting for someone. Scarlett muttered, "Rowan… is waiting for someone? She doesn't look like a guild president at all. If she were mine, I'd have whipped her into shape ages ago." Back at the Union's grand hall, most of the crowd had already dispersed. Rowan stood outside with her arms crossed, waiting for half an hour. However, Andrew never appeared. She huffed. "That bastard… Did he pull the same disappearing act like five years ago?" Her expression turned stormy, her canines grinding together in frustration.

I rushed out, grabbed a cab, and headed home since Jean still wasn’t back. I checked my phone. Still no reply from Rowan. Were he and his boss really that busy? So busy that they couldn’t spare even a minute? What a plain ass day. No new information about Knight gathered today.

The door shut behind him. Candice made a note. "He keeps looking at you like that," I said. She didn't look up. "Like what?" "Like he's trying to remember something." She tucked a new page under her pen. "People do that. I have one of those faces." "Darian has a good memory," I said. She just shrugged. "Good for him." Silence settled in again. Ten minutes ticked by. "Four messages from Rowan before noon," I said. "Guy didn't have any business in the east wing the day the device was planted."