Ylana POV
Ylana spent about a week never leaving the suite after the shooting. She was truly scared for the first time in her life. Whenever she didn’t know where Rowan was, she panicked.
“You’re worrying me,” Rowan told her while he made tea in their little kitchen.
“I can’t help it,” Ylana said. “I can’t stop thinking about how it could’ve played out. We could’ve died.”
Rowan sat next to her on the couch and handed her a mug. “You weren’t this messed up after the bookcase or elevator.”
Ylana wanted to scream. “The bookcase could’ve happened to anyone, and it was easy to sort of put away the elevator. The shooting is unavoidable. I’ve never been shot at before.”
Rowan put an arm around Ylana and kissed her temple. “It was horrible. The moment I saw the barrel of the gun come out the window, the only thing I could think of was keeping you safe.”
Ylana was thankful she made that dumb joke. Rowan wouldn’t have looked if she hadn’t.