Chapter 167

• ROWEN
• I stepped into the study, shutting the door behind me as I rolled the cuffs of my sleeves back down and buttoned them. The sun was already high up and had filtered through the large window, casting gold lines over the dark mahogany furniture.
• I’d already showered, dressed, and gone through my first espresso shot before Elora even stirred. My second cup steamed beside a tray of dried figs and a bowl of walnuts I hadn't touched.