As Rowan stared blankly out the office window, a strange thought flickered through his mind. What if she's not okay? What if she's stuck. What if those gifts were cages? What if she was smiling through fear? What if Malrick was every bit the danger Rowan suspected, and no one would help her because she looked too well-dressed to be in trouble? The thought sat heavy in his chest. Because truth was, no matter what had happened between them, no matter how much he'd broken, how much she'd walked away, he still cared.
He still loved her.
And if something ever happened to her... Rowan didn't finish the thought. He just looked back at the stack of work she used to carry alone, and for the first time in weeks, he opened the files with quiet reverence. The fluorescent lights overhead buzzed softl
