Emotionally Compromised

ROWAN’S POV

Vance finds me a couple of hours later, after Cleo’s left and the light’s gone gold across the mountains.

I’m sitting cross-legged in the middle of the enormous bed we share, pretending to sort the day’s spoils and actually just running my palm over the ridiculous soft weight of a coat I absolutely did not need, feeling that dangerous, unfamiliar thing again.

The one I keep waiting