Later that night…

Rowan arrived on time he promised. Sitting right in front of me made me feel like I was still in school, and he was my teacher. I didn’t want to get nervous, but his aura screamed danger.

“What did you want to talk about?” he asked.

I looked up at him from my food, and suddenly felt my throat getting tight.

“I am waiting.” Rowan continued.

“Well…” I clenched my fist as I forced myself to open my mouth and talk to him. “I need help.”

“Help?” Rowan ...