Damien

Soren

It wasn't until the early hours of the morning that Rowan stirred. His eyelashes fluttered, and his hand twitched slightly.

"Rowan?" I said, leaning closer.

He groaned, his eyes slowly opening. "Soren?"

"I'm here," I said quickly. "Don't try to move. You're hurt."

He frowned, his gaze flickering to the bandages on his side. "What happened?"

"You passed out," I explained. "The iron pierced your side during the crash. You lost a lot of blood."

He tried to sit up, wincing as pain shot through him. "And you? Are you okay?"

I smiled faintly. "I'm fine. You, on the other hand, have a knack for scaring the hell out of me."

He chuckled weakly, then winced again. "Guess I overdid it, huh?"

"Just a little," I said dryly.

His expression grew serious. "The cops... did they take you?"

I nodded. "Yes, but they didn't have anything solid. I'm back, and I'm not going anywhere."