Who died?" Rowan's voice was still audible although low at that point but when the doctor mentioned the name, his voice was attacked.
His whole body became stiff and he stood frozen with the phone still pressed against his ear.
Lucian had activated his supernatural hearing to be able to pick up what the caller was saying and when he did, he desperately prayed he heard wrong, even though he knew he would never heard wrong.
The doctor's voice continued on the other end, explaining what caused the death. Some words about complications, about sudden deterioration, about how they had done everything they could.
But Rowan had stopped listening after the name.
Riley.
The phone slowly slipped from Rowan's hand when his hand could no longer hold it.
It clattered against the hardwood floor, the doctor's voice still emanating from the speaker, now tiny, distant and meaningless.
Rowan's teeth ground together, his jaw clenching so hard a sharp pain shot through his temples.
