Rowan:
I woke up in the attic of the castle. Saint was lying between my legs, using my stomach as a pillow. Bain and Gatling were on either side, and as badly as I hated to wake them, I needed to tell them… they needed to know about her, about the darkness given to me by my mother's dark magic.
“Guys… wake up,” I grumbled, nudging them softly.
“What is it? What’s wrong?” Bain shot upright like a bat out of h.e.l.l, scoping the room out.
“Nothing like that, sweet boy. I just… we need to talk now.” Now that I wasn’t so exhausted, I could tell them what I knew. The dark part of me awakened by my marking is convinced she knows where to find the center of magic. I believe her, oddly enough.
“Okay. What’s up?” Gatlin asked. With their eyes on me, I become nervous about what they may think
