Chapter 89
Aurora sat by the window again, curled up in Rowan’s oversized hoodie, her knees drawn to her chest, the same letter still folded beside her on the floor.
The sky outside was dull, painted in lifeless greys, but it hadn't rained yet. She didn’t know why she kept staring at the clouds like they owed her something. An explanation maybe.
Rowan had tried everything. He brought her food every few hours, even if she only picked at it. He’d kiss her forehead softly when he passed, linger by the door just to watch her breathe, and talk to her about random things, pack matters, the guards messing up again, Victor getting into an argument with the cook.
Anything to see a smile. Sometimes, she smiled faintly. Sometimes, she didn’t even look his way. It was so obvious that she was stil
