Rowan:
"I wonder how long it will rain for?" Gatling said, stoking the fire I had created for us.
"I was just wondering how long nighttime lasted here. Time works weird here… it isn't like home." The sadness in my voice rang so clearly that it made me cringe.
"I know you miss them, Rowan. But I promise you. They will be okay." Gatlin pulled me in closely, comforting me with the bond between us. The sounds of the acidic rain pelting against the earth still shook me. What will be left when this storm is over? Had I missed the opportunity to find whatever I was sent here for?
"I know. But… what if whatever I was sent here for is destroyed now? How will we get out?" my heart ached at the thought that I had f****d this up.
"Row, if that were true, Oxnera would have already pulled you back
