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So I came quietly and promptly, just as I had been taught to do. Deliver the meal, bow and then leave. That was all. I balanced the tray carefully as I nudged the door open with my shoulder. The hinges groaned slightly, and my heart skipped, but the sight inside stopped me cold. Rowan sat at his desk with a thick book open before him. His dark hair caught the light from the fire, the shadows sharpening the angles of his face. He didn’t look up immediately, but his mere presence filled the room. His aura pressed at me, subtle but heavy, reminding me of the distance that existed between us.

Auroras POV I didn’t scream. I should have screamed. The voice came from the dark corner by my bookshelf, low and familiar and careful, like someone handling a glass that might crack. My eyes adjusted. Rowan stepped out of the shadow like the shadow had decided to let him go. His hoodie was unzipped, shirt dark beneath, hair damp as if he’d washed his face in a sink. Then changed his mind about what to do with the night. He smelled like rain and something mineral and clean that made my mouth go dry.

SARA POV (YEAR 2077, 56 YRS LATER) "Now he is a fine chunk of meat. I can see why all the girls want him," the older waitress says as she appears next to me. I quickly close my worn book. My cheeks tint a little, and I give her a small smile. "I still can't believe they are real even though my friend's granddaughter is mated to one of them," she says while refilling my mug with fresh coffee.

The fire between us snapped and hissed, its warmth failing to thaw the chill coiling inside me. Because I knew where Elira was. And who she was with. Rowan’s study door had shut a half hour ago. She’d gone in with that silken smile, that voice like honey hiding poison, and Rowan—gods help him—hadn’t told her to leave.

Rowan had a vision, one Alicia readily embraced, but the fate of the kingdom rested in their hands, with many enemies, and traitors ready to seize that power. --- This is the END of Book 1 ---

For a while the only sounds between us were keyboard clicks and the occasional page turning. Then Rowan suddenly leaned back in his chair. “You know something?” I didn’t look up. “What?” “You’re not as intimidating as people say.” That made me pause. “People say I’m intimidating?” I asked, clearly interested in the conversation. “Oh yeah,” Rowan said casually. “Ezran Banks, the quiet and brooding genius type. I recall saying this the first time we met. We were even seated in another part of the library.” “Oh, I forgot.” I mumbled. “But people saying I'm brooding sounds exaggerated.”

She should have pulled awaybut she didn’t. They ended up in the library. Floor-to-ceiling books, most of them old. A single lamp burned low in the corner, casting long shadows. The noise of the party dulled to a distant hum. He closed the door behind them. Liora leaned against a heavy oak table, heart kicking hard. “You always drag women off this fast?” “Only the ones who look like they might bite back.” He stepped closer. The wolf mask made his eyes unreadable, but she could see the line of his jaw, the faint stubble shadowing it. Strong neck. Wide shoulders. “Name’s Rowan.”

New Routines Bryson's POV I'm settling into my new job at the bookstore pretty easily. Working with Michael is fine - he's laid-back and doesn't micromanage, which I appreciate. But reconnecting with Rowan has made everything even better. Our friendship picks up as if no time has passed at all. She's funny and direct, the kind of person who says exactly what she's thinking without a filter. Within a week, she had become my closest friend, the one I actually talk to about things instead of just having surface-level conversations.

Rowan Hale "Rowan" a faint voice came I tried opening my eyes but I couldn't my eyelids felt heavy, and no matter how hard I tried I just couldn't open them, "Rowan" the voice screamed this time, my eyes fluttered open, i started looking around, everywhere was covered in fire, I was standing in front of Wrymwood and the entire building was burning down They was a large black wolf howling, my eyes widened, i took a step back when the wolf suddenly turned and looked at me, it had red eyes just like the painting in my room.

I hadn’t sensed his presence at all! He lifted the book from his face, and I instinctively stepped back. “What are you doing here?” I exclaimed, staring at him in horror. Rowan merely smirked, casually lounging as he leaned his elbows against his lap. He looked me up and down, licking his lips in an appreciative manner. “You look really nice in that apron.” “Answer me,” I insisted, attempting to brush off his compliment. A loud laugh erupted from his lips. “You never fail to amuse me.”