Chapter 429

ROWAN’S POV

Her face pales. Her brows pull into a tight furrow as she drags the memory back to the surface.

“I didn’t read the exact hour off a clock, if that’s the stick you’ve come to beat me with,” she says, her voice hard. “I read it off Vane.”

I freeze.

“I watched her linger around that wing when she had absolutely no business being there,” Agnes says, her chest rising. “I watched her slip ou