WILLOW
“Your dad didn’t tell you?” Vincent clears his throat. “I’m sorry miss Thompson but I’m not at liberty to say. If he didn’t say anything, then he’s got to have his reasons for not saying anything yet.”
“Of course.” I roll my eyes. “Go ahead and keep it a secret. It’s not like you’re the ones being used as bait.”
“No one is going to use you as bait ever again. Not when I’m here.”
“That’s very reassuring.” My tone is dry. We get to the cafe. Vincent gets the door. I mumble an equally dry ‘thanks.’
The cafe is busy with the evening crowd. There are students sitting around, drinking coffee and eating pastries. They sit in groups. There are a few couples that seem to be on a date. In the far corner of the room, I spot Rowan. His head is bent over a book, his brows furrowed in total
