Dreamt My Alpha Mate
Cold night air crashed against my face, a mercy.
Above, I caught a flicker of movement, Rowan, crouched on the rooftop, bow drawn and eyes fixed on the street below. He jerked his chin in warning. Two shadows lingered across the alley, watching. Not Jace’s, it was different.
Rowan lost a silent whistle. One shadow twitched, then bolted. The other followed, vanishing into the dark. He held his position until I reached the cobblestones.
“You’re insane,” Rowan muttered as I passed under him. “Neutral ground, my ass. You should have let me torch him.”
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