Rowan’s POV
The moment I stepped into my room, something felt wrong.
I paused at the doorway, scanning the room. Nothing looked out of place, my bed remained untouched, my desk as I had left it, and yet… I knew someone had been here.
I should have caught their scent. Should have heard their heartbeat. But there was nothing.
The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. Whoever had come and gone was skilled. Too skilled.
Shoving the thought aside, I closed the door and walked toward my desk.
Ansel and Asher were preparing for war, and I… I just need to go away. I need to find a cure.
The throne meant nothing to me.
Let them tear each other apart for it.
I reached for a piece of parchment, summoning a messenger bird. I needed to contact the priestess again. If I was going to rid
