Rowena POV
The man driving the car slams on the brakes, and I fly forward, hitting the car's dash. I rub my shoulder gingerly and glare in his direction.
The man is quite handsome. He has black hair and bright hazel eyes. Tattoos peek out from under his t-shirt, and I c**k my head as I stare at him curiously.
The woman beside me is sobbing quietly. She has beautifully dark skin and brown curly hair.
"I am sorry if I made you cry," I say. "I didn't mean to."
"You have to know who I am," the woman cries. "I was your best friend. I helped you escape the wrath of your brother."
I draw my bottom lip between my teeth and look at the woman. I try to remember who she is. Her brown eyes are dripping with tears, and I feel guilty. I wish I could remember who she is.
Suddenly,
