Chapter 421

ROWAN’S POV

She’s been at the edge of my vision this whole time, near the third table, handkerchief pressed to her mouth, crying, and my eyes have been sliding to her and off her since I walked in, catching on something I was too distracted by the bodies to fully comprehend.

Her grief is perfect.

She sobs softly, she dabs, she trembles, she holds herself together with such delicacy, and anyone wat