James POV
I slammed the door to my room harder than I meant to. The sound echoed off the high ceilings like a gunshot, but no one would come running. They never did unless it suited them. I paced the thick carpet, boots leaving faint impressions that would be gone by morning—like everything else about me in this house.
Rowan. That name kept looping in my head like a bad song I couldn’t shake. He’d appeared on the rooftop out of nowhere, like some ghost dragged up from the basement. One minute Soran and Cauro were walking away like we were beneath their notice, the next this tall, silent freak steps out and the entire air changes. James and his crew—me included—had scattered like roaches when the light flicks on.
I knew something was wrong with him the second I saw those eyes. Not just a
