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My breath is shallow, quiet, misting slightly in the frigid air. Below, tucked into a shallow depression beneath a rocky overhang, is a small fire. Huddled next to it is a man. Rowan. He looks miserable which is as it should be. He’s wrapped in a ragged fur cloak, shivering, poking at the fire with a stick. A poorly butchered rabbit spit-roasts over the flames. His heavy leather boots, with a distinct notch in the left heel, are drying near the heat. I watch him for a long time.

Chapter 60 Rowan Her tongue danced against mine in a fierce, needy pace. Her back flattened on the sand as I delved into her mouth, unraveling sensations lurking behind the bars of fear, anger and uncertainty. She shivered, pushing her fingers through my locks. While thrusting her hips forward, she threw her legs around my waist. My cock pressed her stomach, hardening further at the torturous contact. Being with her like this felt like I'd been given another chance at life and this time I wouldn't make the same mistake. I already knew what to do, I only needed time to execute it.

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As she leaned in even closer, Rowan caught her immediately. “Play time is over” Rowan said as he stood and scooped Rhea into his arms. Rhea rested her head on his chest before tipsily asking, “What kind of woman do you like?” Rowan chuckled softly at the question. His gaze drifted to the girl snoring quietly in his arms, her fragile body curled against his chest. “Someone I could break,” he murmured. His thumb brushed lazily along her arm, eyes dark with something dangerous. “I’m a ruiner,” he said quietly. “Every innocent thing I touch… I don’t just ruin it.” His lips curved faintly. “I make sure it never remembers what innocence felt like.”

It was between me and that book until, of course, Rowan found it. He read it once, twice and then thrice before commenting. I would not say ot is bad but I do not think it is that good. Rowan is probably only saying it because he is my friend and he can not insult my intiative in something special on a topic as sensitive as this.

Let your brain catch up. After a bit I texted Rowan. He deserved it first, almost more than anyone. Rowan’s the one who found the contact that broke Fenwick wide open. Stood in that restaurant like a ghost, nobody even asked. Did all these other quiet things over eight months that’ll never get written down anywhere, but without them? Whole thing would’ve collapsed. His reply came back stupid fast. Just a period. From Rowan, that’s like fireworks and a hug and a standing ovation all at once.

Kayo: “It has a kitchen that cooks whatever you’re craving. I just thought about strawberry mochi and—” A tray appears mid-air, steaming. Rowan walks straight to the bookshelf that wasn’t there a second ago. It’s full of books that haven’t been written yet. Rowan (whispering): “I’m never leaving. You’ll have to drag my corpse out.” Remy drops his bag, toes off his boots, and pads barefoot across the floor that feels like warm red dirt.

Good enough. Rowan had visited every day. He came in the mornings, sometimes for twenty minutes and sometimes longer. He brought books the second day — a history of the Royalfang territory and something lighter about pack traditions that I suspected Elara had suggested. He asked how I felt and made sure I had everything I needed, sitting in the chair near the window and speaking to me like someone fulfilling an obligation carefully and well. He never once sat on the edge of the bed and never once let the conversation go anywhere near what he had said in the library, or what I had said back, or the thing that had been left unfinished when the alarm cut us off.

The solar lights in Grandma Rosie’s garden twinkled, casting a soft, warm light across the grass. My fingers ached to pull the pink-sheathed book into my lap, to read on, but the moment, it seemed, had passed. “So,” Rowan said, her tone a little too cheery, a little too bright, too optimistic, “all we need to do now is get the clan and pack on board.” “Yep,” I said, popping the ‘p’ sound. “Simple enough.” “Right,” Skye laughed nervously.

They were pressed so close that she could feel the buttons of his coat digging into her chest. Liam and Rowan walked into the Restricted Section. "The book is missing from the shelf," Rowan noted, swinging the lantern. "Someone has moved the Apotheosis file." "Maybe Father took it," Liam suggested. "Father is busy overseeing the interrogation," Rowan replied. He walked toward the table where Tristan had left the book. Tristan held his breath. He had closed the book, but he hadn't put it back. Rowan stopped at the table. He ran a gloved finger over the cover of the black tome.