Zephyr's heartbeat thundered in his ears, every second twisting something sharp inside his guts. His fingers stiffened, cramped under Rowan's scrutiny.
“Zephyr, I can tell that there's more to this than what I know,” Rowan’s voice, low, piercing sliced through the fog that clouded Zephyr’s senses. “I want to understand what you've been up to.”
“Nothing,” Zephyr forced the words out, it felt heavily on his lips. “You are right. I did treat a patient in another hospital. But I had to. She would've died if I didn't.”
Zephyr paused. A knot tightened his chest. He'd seen it coming. He knew Rowan was fierce and raw in his talent of revealing truths, darkest truths people tend to hide and bury breath countenance facades.
“Dr. Rowan, I know I shouldn't have. But I'm sorry.”
Rowan’s brown ey
