Rowan
The woman was still talking.
I couldn't remember her name or even care to.
She'd approached me a few minutes ago asking if I was enjoying the festival.
I had tried to be polite at first, but when she droned on, I just stopped listening.
I had other things to worry about.
My attention would drift to scan the crowd, searching for a glimpse of dark hair and grey eyes. I wondered where she had gone, if she was enjoying herself, and if she was safe.
I had wanted to stay at her side. To walk through the festival with her, to see her reaction to the games and the food and the lights. To watch her face light up the way it had when she'd first seen the capital.
But I'd given her space instead, along with the freedom to explore on her own, because I knew she wouldn't have relaxed with me hovering nearby.
It was the right thing to do.
Even if it left me restless and distracted.
My senses stood on high alert when I felt her near.
Violet was close.
