Rowan:
Thwack.
Thud.
Slash.
She had spent the last thirty or so minutes attempting to hurt me. She is pissed because she isn't getting a reaction from me.
I had found a snag in my plan. I should have known she was taking me somewhere charmed. But I didn't have time to worry about that while she pressed a knife to Gatlin's throat. I haven't shown my magic yet; she still doesn't know. I have to wait for just the right time.
She dropped to the ground in front of me, gasping for air.
"Jacob was a good boy." She growled, wiping the sweat from her brow. The knife she had stuck into my thigh was grasped tightly in her hand; my monster was healing me just slowly enough that she wouldn't notice.
"Oh, please. Your son was abusive. Rammed my head through the wall all the time. He was an a.s
