ROWAN
“Tell me the truth, Rowan. Nothing but the truth. Were you… were you assaulted?”
He really hit the nail on the head with that one.
“Why? Does it matter now?”
“Of course it does! Damn it Rowan,” he says as he gets to his feet. “Just tell me the truth. Were you?!”
“Yes. Yes I was. Happy now?!” I snap back as I get to my feet. “Is that what you wanted to know? Yes, I was r***d!”
“Who?”
“Louis…”
“Who was it?”
I stare into his eyes, trying to cow him into giving up, but he doesn't.
He meets my glare head on, not wavering, not blinking.
Insistent.
Daring.
Demanding.
Any other person, and I would have them thrown out of my office.
But I can't seem to do that with him.
When did he get under my skin?
When did I begin to accept his presence by my side?
To crave it?
“It was
