Evaline:
Rowan's silence was deafening. He was sitting stiffly in the chair beside me, his hands gripping the armrests as though they were the only things keeping him grounded. His shoulders were tense, the lines of his jaw tight, and though he didn't say anything, I could feel the storm raging inside him.
It was Friday afternoon, and Oscar's office was carrying a particular calm heaviness, as though the walls themselves knew that secrets were meant to be shared here. Oscar was outside in the hallway, still talking with Instructor Corey. That left just Rowan and me inside, waiting.
I stole a glance at him. His hair was a little messy, strands falling over his forehead, and his skin was slightly paler compared to usual, but it had nothing to do with the injuries from previous night or the cold.
He was tense, and just seeing him like this was making something tighten inside me.
