Davina's POV
I found Rowan just outside the pack house, crouched beside the garden. He had one knee on the ground, smiling gently as he pet his golden retriever, whose tail wagged with relentless enthusiasm. The happiest I had ever seen him was with the dog.
Sensing my presence, he turned, probably confused to see me approach him. I could not blame him, as I had made it known to him that I hated him. But truly, Rowan was difficult to hate.
"Can I do something for you, Princess?"
I wondered how he still managed to be nice, even all I had shown him was hostility— since he aided Lucien to kill my father.
"I want to ask you a question."
He stood up now after ruffling the dog's hair lovingly. Then he faced me fully. "What is it?"
I cleared my throat. "I want to know where my father is bu
