Rowan's POV
The message stayed exactly where it was no matter how many times I looked away. Whoever had carved it into the wall hadn't rushed the job. Every letter was clean and deliberate, almost too neat, as if they wanted to make sure I read every word. She belongs to us.
I let out a slow breath and stepped closer. Stone dust still covered the floor beneath the carving. I crouched, rubbed a little between my fingers, then scanned the room again. Nothing else had been touched. The desk was exactly where I'd left it. My weapons still hung beside the fireplace, and even the glass I'd abandoned near the window hadn't been moved. Whoever had entered my room hadn't come looking for information.
They'd come to make sure I saw those four words.
Three steady knocks sounded at the door. Not
