"What do you want to talk about?" Rowan asked Justin, breathing a deep sigh as he crossed his arms over his chest.
Justin sighed. "I know that you and I are no longer what we were. I know there's friction between us that can't be undone."
"Yes, that is because you tried to f*****g kill my Luna." Rowan spat, "my mate."
Justin raised his eyebrow at him, staring at him with a pointed stare. "You're really trying to sell that, aren't you?" He said nonchalantly.
Rowan furrowed his brows but the glare in his eyes never softened. He could feel himself getting more and more agitated by Justin's words and presence. He looked down at the table briefly, opening his hands which were clenched into fists before looking back up, "what the hell are you talking about?" He asked in a controlled tone.
