Cathie folded her arms, her eyes fixed on Rowan for a long, unreadable moment.
It was the kind of silence that made powerful men uneasy.
Rowan, however, simply leaned back in his chair, studying her as if she were a puzzle deliberately withholding its final piece.
“Do you know why I called you here?” she finally asked at last, her tone calm but intense.
“I can guess,” Rowan replied lightly, settling deeper into his seat. A small smile curved his lips. . “Though I have a few guesses.”
She narrowed her eyes. “Oh?”
Rowan shrugged lightly. “Yesterday was… eventful.”
He expected her to continue from there… to speak about her father’s threat, Helena’s accusations, the tension that had nearly cracked the room apart.
But she didn’t.
Instead, she watched him as if weighing something heavie
