Chapter 117

• Wren’s POV
• I did not knock when I reached Rowan’s door. I did not hesitate either. I had rehearsed my questions on the walk here, each one sharpened and ready, but the room greeted me with nothing except stillness and an untouched bed.
• The sheets were smooth. The windows were open. He wasn’t here. Irritation flickered through me, low and controlled, and I stepped back into the corridor, scanning for anyone who might have seen him.