Blind Spot

ROWAN’S POV

“—all I’m saying,” Vera is murmuring, in that soft syrupy voice that crawls up the back of my neck, “is that the poor thing’s been thrown headfirst into a world she wasn’t raised for, with no preparation at all. It can’t be easy. A little help never hurt anyone.” She turns as I come up, and her face blooms with that bright birdlike warmth that dies somewhere south of her eyes. “Rowan!