Lyra stood there, scrutinizing Rowan as if searching for a crack in his composure. But as always, he remained unfazed, the same calm mask firmly in place.
She couldn't understand it—why he tolerated Seraphina's indifference and why he stopped her whenever she wanted to speak the truth.
Her brows knit in frustration, and she tore her gaze away. "I don't need to talk with anyone," she said flatly, her tone distant.
Rowan stood behind her, every word hitting him like a blade.
Since her abduction, he had been desperate to see her, to reassure himself she was safe. And yet he'd forced himself to keep away. It was the only way he knew to protect her, to protect them both. Still, no matter how hard he tried, his heart always betrayed him.
"If that's what you say," he muttered, the ache buried in his tone as he turned to retreat.But then—
"Wait."
