"Rowan..." When Richard Donovan had started talking, even before the information that made Rowan jump out of his seat, Rowan's jaw tightened, a sense of dread settling in his stomach.
It was as if he could already sense that whatever his father was calling for, would be very very unpleasant- well to him, not his father by the way.
"You need to come to the family house tonight for a family dinner. 7pm sharp, don't be late." Richard continued in his usual sharp, authoritative voice.
It wasn't a request. It never was.
And before Rowan could inquire what the dinner was about, Richard Donovan dropped the bombshell.
"Rowan," Richard Donovan's voice came through the line- crisp and authoritative, expecting immediate obedience. "You need to come to the family house tonight for a family dinner. Seven o'clock sharp. Don't be late."
It wasn't a request. It never was.
Rowan's jaw tightened but he asked politely; "May I know what it is about?"
