Fear of Falling

ROWAN’S POV

“Thank you,” I say, taking the cup. The warmth seeps into my frozen fingers, grounding me in a way I desperately need.

Vance studies my face, and whatever he sees there makes his brow furrow.

“You look like you didn’t sleep.”

“I slept.”

“You look like you slept badly, then. And like something happened between then and now that made it worse.” He sets down his own cup on a nearby post a