Evaline:
The sound that came out of me when Rowan asked about my plan wasn't even human... it was something between a groan, a growl, and a whimper.
I buried my face into the mountain of pillows on my bed, muffling the sound until my lungs burned for air. If that didn't tell him enough, nothing would.
"I'll take that as a bad sign," Rowan's amused voice drifted from the other end of the phone.
I dragged my face out of the pillow and stared at the ceiling. My hair was a mess, my cheeks probably red from suffocating myself in the feathers, and my pride? Absolutely in shambles. "Not only did it not work," I admitted, "I managed to get into a full-blown argument with Kieran."
"Ouch."
"Yeah. 'Ouch' doesn't even begin to cover it." I sat up cross-legged, the phone warm against my ear. "It ended with me warning him... like actually warning him... that he could either help me get into the old headquarters, or I would go on my own."
