Cracks in the Facade

ROWAN’S POV

She checked on me. Twice. In the night. In the room with the tended fire, the room I share with Vance, the room she walked into uninvited last night.

I look at her, and she’s already moved on, fussing with a teapot, completely unbothered, and I tell myself there are a dozen normal explanations and not one of them makes the crawl on the back of my neck lie back down.

I’m still sitting w