Chapter 47
The carriage rocked softly beneath them. With the air thick with what they've just shared--like s*x and their scents combined together.
Rowen stared at Alycia curiously, mulling over her question, "An arrow? What does it look like?"
She was sitting up fully now, brows creased deeply. "I don't know. It has some sort of crest on it..." She trailed off, with a thoughtful look on her face.
Rowen stared at her keenly. "And where exactly did you see this...arrow, if I might ask?"
"Oh, it was..." Alycia began to say but paused midway.
She had seen that on Lucien's bed. And she wasn't about to recount the scene that had transpired in the room to Rowen, so she kept her mouth shut.
She moved away from him completely, placing a palm on her forehead. "Never mind. My head is a mess r
