~ NYSSA
Rowan and I sat in the stillness of the room, still reeling from Allister's ominous words.
He drank the rest of his tea and placed the dirty mug into the sink. With his back turned to me, he spoke. "You should go to bed. I have a lot of work to do tonight. I don't know when I'll return."
I frowned, my ears picking up on the part he didn't say out loud. "When or if?"
He exhaled deeply, bracing both hands on the sink. His back was taut, his muscles tensing with every ragged breath that escaped his lips. I could not help but admire how beautifully he was built. Even the scars that littered his skin did not take away from the beauty.
"I need time, Nyssa, and so do you. You need to figure out whether or not you trust me."
"I do trust you," I argued, rising to my feet. "We've only been mates for months, Rowan, and there's a lot of shit between us. I'm still learning the ropes, and you can't punish me for one mistake."
