ROWAN
I sit in the dimly lit bar, frustration gnaws at the edges of my patience like a relentless predator. This mother fucker is yet to arrive, leaving me to stew in my irritation for what feels like an eternity. I drum my fingers impatiently against the wooden tabletop, each passing minute stretching out into an agonizing eternity.
“Unbelievable,” I mutter under my breath, my voice dripping with venom. “What kind of man finds it difficult to even keep to a simple appointment? Only a useless one, that’s for sure.”
He always has a way to get on my nerves. Our last encounter quickly floods my mind. His words about Lyra had cut deep, stirring up emotions. But now, as I reflect on our exchange, I realize that my anger wasn’t directed at him because of what he said about Lyra.
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