Raven’s POV
Something was wrong with Rowan.
I can’t get those marks out of my head.
It was because of them that Rowan stopped things with me before. And then when I asked about them again, he shut me down completely.
Why?
The question gnawed at me, refusing to let go.
I paced my room, my heartbeat loud in the silence.
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw them, dark, intricate lines wrapping around his skin like something ancient, something forbidden. He looked terrified when I touched them. And that fear… it hadn’t been for himself.
It had been for me.
A shiver ran down my spine.
I couldn’t ignore this. Not anymore.
If Rowan wasn’t going to tell me the truth, I would find it myself.
I should have let it go.
But I couldn’t.
Not when something in my chest told me there was more.
