Rowan
I was halfway through reviewing patrol reports when someone started pounding on my office door. Not knocking. Pounding. The sort of desperate, enthusiastic assault usually associated with emergencies. Or children.
Given my recent life, both possibilities seemed equally likely. Before I could answer, the door flew open. Eli burst into the room.
"ROWAN!" I immediately stood. Every instinct firing at once. Because children generally didn't sprint into offices unless something terrible had happened.
"Eli?" I frowned. He looked breathless. Excited. Practically vibrating. Not injured. Not frightened. Not upset. Something else entirely. The realization confused me. Because excitement was rarely delivered with this level of urgency.
Behind him, Mason appeared in the doorway. Complet
