I didn't return to the spot until the sun was already climbing higher up in the sky.
My body slightly ached from sitting against that tree all night, but I walked the stiffness in my muscles off as I made my way back.
But the slight discomfort was nothing compared to the exhaustion weighing on my mind.
Rowan was still there when I emerged into the clearing. He was crouched by his bag, but his head snapped up the moment he heard me approaching.
Our eyes met for a brief second before I looked away.
There was absolutely no way I could hold his gaze after having that nonsense dream. I frowned, shaking away the mental image and the way his voice had sounded.
He sounded a lot different—
No…
I ignored the heat slowly crawling up my neck and made my way to my things.
"Violet."
His voice was quiet, careful.
I busied myself with organising my things with more focus than necessary.
