Rowan Whitethorn Quotes Novels & Stories

Then: "I wish to dedicate a monument—" Then: "No." Then: "—in your honor." Then: "Still no." Honestly? Fair. Very fair. Reasonable honestly. Then another arrived. Then another. Then another. Then Rowan found the entire thing hilarious. Of course he did. Then: "You've become famous." Then Thomas glared. Then: "This is your fault." Then Rowan pointed at himself. Then: "How?" Then: "You survived." Silence. Then: "Fair point." Later that evening—

Silence fell between us, heavy, dangerous, weighted with everything we weren't saying. Everything we couldn't afford to say with Hale listening, with Elena watching, with time running out. Rowan stared at me like he was trying to memorize every detail of my face, cataloging features in case this was the last time he'd ever see them clearly. "You don't come back from people like him," he said quietly, the words sounding like they were being pulled from somewhere that hurt. "Not intact. Not unchanged. Maybe not at all." I held his gaze steadily, refusing to look away even though seeing his pain made this exponentially harder.

Then the phone disconnected. Garith stared down at his phone for a second before he threw it against one of the pillars, shattering it into a million pieces. He whirled back to face Rowan, who was smiling. “I’m going to kill you.” “You can try.” Rowan pushed up from the pew and rocked back and forth on his feet. Garith smiled. “You think this is going to be a challenge?” He tossed his head and laughed. “You are stupid, just like your father.” He looked around at the crowd. “Grab him.”

Not here. Not like this. Rowan’s grip never loosened And somewhere beyond the pain Beyond the fracture The bond fought back. ---