Rowan's POV
I took another sip from the glass of wine that was twirling between my fingers. I liked the third floor. It was quiet up there, far from the flexing wolves downstairs with their overcompensating cologne and bullshit declarations of dominance. Up there, the music was just a heartbeat in the walls. The lights were soft too, filtering through the tinted glass, it was a secluded part of the building that not everyone has access to. Not everyone wanted to be here anyways, most of the people here were on the lower floors. I sat alone by the window, one leg hooked over the other, bloodwine warming in my glass. Julian was talking again. As always. He was seated on the other side, ruining the quiet evening I was trying to have.
“Honestly,” he said, leaning against the bar like h
