Lily
I pushed the food around my plate more than I actually ate it. The dining hall was quieter than usual, but not relaxed. Nothing had felt relaxed since the incident with Owen. And across from me, Rowan was watching me carefully.
He cut his meat with slow precision, his gaze lifting every few seconds as if checking whether I would slip. Whether I would react. Whether I would reveal something.
I lifted a forkful of vegetables and forced myself to chew. I couldn’t taste a thing. All I could think about was Davian.
Eight o’clock had come and gone hours ago.
Alex had shown up with that ridiculous invitation, and despite my protests, Davian had agreed to go. I had known—instantly—that it wasn’t Alex’s idea. Rowan wasn’t the kind of man who swallowed humiliation. Not after Davian had ru
