AMELIA.
It all started with a knock.
Nope, scratch that.
It all started with him saving me from Valerie and her minions.
And ever since then, Rowan has been a constant part of my life, at least he has tried to be.
I was sitting alone beneath the old elm tree behind the gymnasium, my knees tucked to my chest, the pages of my sketchbook fluttering in the breeze. I hadn't drawn a thing. The pencil dangled between my fingers like a forgotten weapon.
I couldn't get my thoughts straight–ever sinve I made that deal with Alura, my life had been a pendulum swinging wildly between excitement and despair.
I didn't hear Rowan approach, but I felt him.
He had this particular atmosphere to him that I couldn't decipher. It was nothing like that of Dylan.
Dylan would always be special.
