Calculated Denial

ROWAN’S POV

I look at Cleo. Cleo looks at me.

Neither of us has an answer because the truth is that in the chaos of the Bacchanal’s aftermath — the heat, the compound, the rescue, everything that followed — nobody stopped to check.

Cleo laughs.

It comes out high and tight and hollow.

“Okay, come on. You’re both scaring me right now and I’m not doing this.” She waves her ice cream cup like a tiny p