Rowan
"Alright, I'm here. What do you want from me?" I asked Heather as I stepped toward her.
We stood on the edge of the town square where she had requested — demanded — we meet, and with every passing second my patience wore thinner. I wanted this over with. I wanted to untangle whatever game she was playing and get back to Elizabeth. I wanted to beg for her forgiveness.
I knew she was angry with me. I knew I'd hurt her, no matter how many times I tried to convince myself that going through with this plan had been the only way to keep her safe. If our roles had been reversed, I wasn't sure that I would've survived it either.
I wondered what she was doing now. Would she answer if I tried to reach her through the mind link? Would she answer a call or a text? Or was I completely shut
