Rowan
Her fear was a tangible thing. I could practically feel it in the air between us, thick and suffocating. I could see the way her pulse fluttered wildly beneath the delicate skin of her throat, the way her fingers twisted nervously in the blankets gathered around her. Her wide green eyes stayed fixed on mine, waiting for an answer I wasn't sure I could give. Because the truth was that I didn't know.
"I don't know," I admitted softly.
I hated the way her shoulders immediately sagged, the way something inside her seemed to fold in on itself at my words. Like disappointment was an old friend that she knew too well.
"But," I continued quickly, reaching for her and needing her to hear me. "That's something that we can figure out. Together."
Her eyes lifted again, and I continued. "I d
