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BAD INTENTIONS: CHAPTER FIFTEEN

A/N: Besties I am so sorry this took me.... over a year.... to complete... I wanted to thank every single person that has stuck with me this long and has given so much love to Bad Intentions. This is the final chapter! If you guys continue to stick around, Bad Intentions is slowly being turned into an original story! If you want to learn more about Elizabeth (aka Aelin) and Jax (aka Rowan), don't be afraid to ask.

Once again, thank you thank you thank you. I love you guys.

RATING: M for mature; NOT suitable for readers under 18 years old, read at your own risk.

WARNINGS: May include material that may be triggering. Possible graphic depictions of violence, sex, trauma; strong language use.

It took twelve hours before Rowan was one more minute away from losing his gods damn mind.

It didn’t help that he’d been forced to let an ambulance take an unconscious Aelin away and that he hadn’t seen her since then. He had been getting updates via text from Rhoe but they hadn’t staved off the welling panic threatening to break free from his rib cage.

It only took a few hours to wipe away any evidence he’d killed every single person that stood between him and his girlfriend. Gasoline and a match had taken care of it, and he’d stayed until all that was left was smoldering embers. He’d left Fenrys and Lorcan to call in a team to clear out the debris, making sure no one would find the bones buried under the rubble.

It took one hour to get home, wash the death off his body, and then head straight to the hospital.

He’d paced the spacious waiting room for another hour before Rhoe had snapped at him to sit the fuck down or leave.

Now it was nearing twelve hours and one minute since he’d watched EMTs take Aelin away and if the gods damn fucking doctor didn’t walk through the door in the next thirty seconds he’d—

“Captain Galathynius?”

Both Aelin’s father and Rowan shot out of their seats as the doctor came towards them, eyes tired.

“Your daughter is stable. We were able to fix the wound in her stomach. The blade didn’t hit anything vital but we still want to keep her here until it’s mostly healed for observation. All of her other injuries were, for the most part, superficial. She might have some scarring, but she’s alive and I think that’s what truly matters.”

The thought of any of those cuts leaving scars made Rowan’s stomach heave. Before she’d been rushed to the hospital, he’d seen the damage. Saw the carving on her thigh. It had made him put a few more bullets in Cairn’s dead body.

“Can we see her?” Rhoe asked, his voice thick with tears he’d probably not shed.

The doctor nodded. “She’s sedated and has been in and out, so she’s only semi-coherent.”

Rhoe thanked the doctor and then turned to Rowan. He opened his mouth but Rowan cut off whatever he was going to say. “You can go in first.”

Rhoe raised a brow but nodded, clapping him on the shoulder before leaving the waiting room. Rowan sighed and sat back down in a chair, putting his head in his hands. A few moments later, someone sat next to him.

“She okay?” Fenrys asked.

Rowan nodded, keeping his head in his hands. “Some potential scarring and they want to keep her for observation, but she’s okay.”

“That’s good,” Fenrys soothed, placing his hand on his friend’s shoulder. “Why aren’t you visiting her?”

Rowan released a breath and sat back up, looking up at the ceiling. “I let Rhoe go first. Besides…” he ran a hand through his hair in frustration. “Aelin is in here because of me. Cairn took her because of me. I can’t… I can’t face her right now.”

“You can’t think like that,” Fenrys told him, punching him in the shoulder. “You can’t blame yourself for Cairn’s actions. She’s alive Rowan. Because of you. Now get your ass in that room and kiss the shit out of her.”

Rowan took a deep breath and nodded, getting his sorry ass up and heading for Aelin’s room. He pushed through the door gently, seeing Rhoe standing on her left side, his hand on hers. Her father gave Rowan a nod and Rowan took the seat on the right, taking her hand and looking her over.

Stitches had closed up the sharp cut Cairn had left on her cheekbone. On her other cheek a bruise had formed. His jaw clenched as he took in the various bandages on her arms. He knew that there were more hidden under the hospital gown and he was glad he couldn’t see them, or else he would’ve lost his shit.

He brought her hand to his mouth and pressed a soft kiss to her knuckles before whispering, “I’m so sorry golden girl. I failed you, and I’ll never be able to forgive myself. But I hope that you can forgive me.”

–

Aelin barely heard Rowan’s words as she fought to pull herself to consciousness.

She came to, her jumbled conscience zeroing in on the warmth encasing her hand. Skin against skin, a thumb was brushing across her knuckles. A steady beeping filled her ears. Her fingers twitched, brushing against a coarse blanket. She took in a deep breath, frowning at the burning pain that rolled across her chest.

She struggled to open her eyes, lids feeling as though bricks sat upon them. She blinked cartoonishly, her vision slowly coming back into focus. A frown pulled down her lips again as she gazed at her surroundings.

She was in a hospital room. Faint, warm light glowed in the room and she looked out the large windows to see it was night time. She looked at all the tubes attached to her, letting out a sigh as it seemed she had a million IVs attached to her. Then she looked to her right, and she swore her heart almost stopped.

Rowan was there, his hand in hers, his head bent over their joined hands. She weakly tried to squeeze his hand and his eyes shot up to hers. Then he was standing over her, whispering things to her as he cupped her face in his hands.

“Rowan—” she choked on a sob and he pressed a kiss to her forehead before resting his own against hers.

“It’s okay love, I’m here. You’re okay,” he whispered, wiping her tears away with his thumbs.

He held her like this until her tears dried and then he pulled back, taking her hand in both of his before sitting back in his chair. She finally realized her father was here too, sitting off to her left. She began crying again, and Rhoe immediately came up to her, shushing her as well.

“Dad, I’m so sorry–”

“None of that,” Rhoe said gently, placing his hand against her cheek. “I’m just glad that you’re okay, Fireheart.” He wiped away some tears before pulling back. “I’ll go let a nurse know you’re awake.”

Aelin watched him leave and then turned her attention back to her boyfriend, embarrassed that she could feel the burn of tears happening again. “How did you find me? What happened?”

Rowan dragged his chair closer and ran a finger over her cheek. “We can talk about that later. Right now you just need to focus on getting better so we can get you out of here.”

She let out a shaky breath, nodding. She switched subjects, squeezing his hand better this time. “I heard what you said,” she whispered. “There’s nothing to forgive, Rowan.”

His head dipped, eyes on their joined hands. “It’s all my fault, Aelin.”

“No,” she said firmly. “It’s not. All of this, it’s Cairn’s fault. He was the psycho that kidnapped me and hurt me. You saved me, Rowan. I wouldn’t be here without you. I know it’s too much to ask that you don’t blame yourself, but know that it’s not your fault, and there is nothing to forgive you for.”

He brought their hands to his lips and kissed her knuckles softly. “I don’t deserve you.”

“We deserve each other,” she murmured, tugging on their hands. “Come here.”

He stood and leaned into her and she tilted her face up. He kissed her gently, as if he was worried she would shatter.

“I love you,” she whispered against his mouth, reaching up to run a thumb over his cheek.

“I love you too, golden girl,” Rowan breathed back. “Forever.”

THREE YEARS LATER

“Just one more picture!”

Aelin groaned and laughed, fixing her cap as she stood pressed against Lysandra, smiling for the camera her mother had pointed at them.

“Okay, that’s good!” Evalin beamed and Aelin peeled off the itchy cap, tucking it under her arm with the empty diploma holder.

She stood with her family and Rowan outside the arena she and Lysandra had just graduated in, both now proud holders of a college degree. Aelin had decided to take the teaching route, and had her first job set up at the local high school teaching English.

After everything that had happened with Cairn, life had gotten back to relatively normal. Aelin was still regularly seeing a therapist after what had happened, and Rowan had supported her every step of the way. Months after the incident, Rowan had graduated and he was now, if anyone could actually believe it, a private investigator. He’d held strong to his promise to walk away from the gang life, and now he regularly worked with the Orynth Police Department and her father as a private investigator. Sometimes she laughed about it.

Rowan grabbed her up in his arms and spun her around, causing her to let out a peeling laugh. She held him close when he put her down, pulling back only far enough so she could look up into his pine green eyes.

“Congratulations golden girl,” he murmured, resting his forehead against hers. “I’m proud of you.”

“Thank you,” she breathed, pressing her lips to his.

He kissed her hard for a moment before he pulled back, a weird look on his face.

“You okay?” she asked, brows furrowing. “You look like you’re going to be sick.”

“Oh fucking hell,” he muttered and then shook his head.

When he got down on one knee, Aelin thought she was the one that was going to be sick. Her stomach immediately flipped and flopped and her heart began to race as he reached into a pocket and grabbed her left hand in his.

“I’m not good at these kinds of things, and I might fuck this all up,” Rowan started and she stared down at him, eyes beginning to burn with unshed tears. “But I love you, Aelin Galathynius. I think I fell in love with you the moment you asked me to kiss you at that party. I never thought I would feel this way about anyone, so each moment of these past few years has been new and exciting and crazy. All I know is that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you.” He opened up the box and a stunning emerald with a golden band sat inside, a match to the emerald heart pendant that sat against her chest, something she never took off. “Will you marry—”

“Yes,” she cut him off, surprising both of them before Rowan grinned up at her. “Yes, yes, yes. Get up here and kiss me.”

He laughed and slid the ring on her finger before standing and grabbing her as she jumped into his arms.

As she kissed him while her family cheered at the scene they’d just witnessed, she couldn’t wait for this next part of her life.

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RATING: M for mature; not suitable for readers under 18 years old, read at your own risk.

WARNINGS: May include material that may be triggering. Possible graphic depictions of violence, sex, trauma, and death; strong language use.

CHAPTER WARNING: explicit sexual content

“Everyone pair up and get your asses up in the air.”

Rowan winced slightly at Aelin’s abrasive tone. It was currently 6:07am and thankfully everyone had managed to make it right on time. Aelin had been standing in the hangar, already dressed in her flight suit, her eyes on her watch as she dramatically tapped her foot. Two minutes after 6am, they were geared up and standing at attention.

Now they scrambled through their pre-flight checks, making sure everything was up to standard and all controls were working. As they all strapped in and powered up, their commander’s voice sounded over the comms.

“For this exercise, I’m going to stay on the ground and watch from here. Run through the basic maneuvers and then…” He could practically hear the wicked grin. “I want to see an all out dog fight.”

Despite himself, he let out a rough laugh. Even as teens on the brink of adulthood at the academy, Aelin had been bloodthirsty. Her hotheadedness often got her in trouble, but she was ruthless and lethal in the air. Their instructor, Darrow, had hated her haughtiness but even he would grudgingly admit it had been a long time since he’d seen someone fly as well as Aelin did.

As soon as they were up in the air and done with their practice maneuvers, Aelin’s voice crackled over comms again. “Whoever is the winning duo will have the pleasure of running a two versus one dogfight drill with yours truly.”

Rowan couldn’t fight the grin that spread across his lips. A plan already started forming in his mind. Maybe a two versus one fight would be exactly what Aelin needed to gain a bit of closure when it came to her vow of hatred towards him and the Cadre.

Rowan and Lorcan worked together to effectively eliminate everyone one by one: Aedion and Ren went first, followed by Dorian and Chaol, then Fenrys and Connall. In less than half an hour, Rowan and Lorcan were the winners and Aelin was announcing that she would be up in the air soon.

“Whatever you’re planning, don’t fuck it up,” Lorcan told him.

“We got this,” he said simply.

He turned the plane towards where Aelin was coming up at them fast. She blew by them and then the fight was on. Their planes rolled and chased each other, both of them too good at what they did to effectively lock targets on the other. She performed a textbook perfect Immelman maneuver in front of them and then dived down, effectively moving out of their field of vision.

“Shit, where is she?” Lorcan muttered. Rowan rolled and then swore as he quickly corrected, the wing of Aelin’s plane barely missing theirs as she came up from under them.

“Careful boys,” she drawled with laughter in her voice.

They raced through the air and Rowan bit out a curse when she managed to evade his target again.

“Stop fucking playing, Fireheart,” he growled.

“Fine, you want to really do this?”

The light atmosphere from moments ago was now gone. Her tone grated his nerves. “Let’s go.”

He pulled the joystick in a hard right, rolling the plane so they were completely upside down and on top of Aelin. She glanced up at him and then nosedived towards the ground. He followed her, trying to cut her jetstream. She pulled up and to the left and Rowan’s stomach clenched painfully as he had to bank hard to correct their flight pattern and follow her.

She shot up and then performed the same maneuver Rowan had just done minutes ago. “I thought you wanted to quit playing.”

He grit his teeth and tipped the plane down, Aelin following.

They began a completely vertical downward spiral, the ground rapidly getting closer and closer.

“Are you going to take the shot or what?” Aelin demanded, her eyes locking with this. “You know what to fucking do, Buzzard. You put yourself in this strategy, get yourself out. If you don’t, you kill yourself and poor Reaper.”

“Rowan, pull the fuck up now,” Lorcan roared in the headset.

“Gods damn you,” he rasped to Aelin, pulling on the joystick hard. His breath left him momentarily as he pulled up, leveling his plane and shooting back up just as his altitude monitor had started yelling at him to.

His eyes darted all around him, no sign of Aelin’s plane anywhere. Mala above, if she had somehow managed to crash…

“Where is she, Reaper?” he asked Lorcan. “Do you see her?”

“No, damn it all—”

“And now you’re fucking dead,” came her drawl and then beeping noises and a fake explosion noise sounded, letting him know she’d successfully downed him and Lorcan.

She pulled up on his left and looked over at him. “Get on the ground now, airmen.” Her voice was hard and cold, and he knew without a doubt he’d fucked up.

He was sweating excessively by the time he’d landed and clambered down out of his plane, Lorcan following him. He pulled off his helmet just as he caught sight of Aelin climbing out of her own jet, his death on the horizon as she stalked towards him. She yanked off her helmet and threw it at him. He managed to deflect it but was not ready for her lithe frame to stand toe to toe with him, her beautiful face scrunched up in anger.

“If you ever pull a stunt like that again I will have you dishonorably discharged, Captain,” she thundered, her fists wrapping up in the fabric of his suit.

As if she suddenly realized they had an audience, she flicked her gaze at them and then let him go. “Orynth Squadron, get dressed and have your asses parked in the Ready Room before I get there or so help me, I will make sure you regret the day any of you met me.”

She stalked off towards a different hangar than the one they’d met in and as they all cast uneasy looks at each other, they did what they were told. They hopped into their respective vehicles after the fastest wardrobe change they’d ever performed and raced for the base.

They made it to the Ready Room in record time, and Rowan knew they all watched the clock tick as they waited for whatever verbal lashing Aelin had planned. Twenty-four minutes passed before the door to the room opened and slammed shut, the sound of boots echoing in the room that was so silent they could’ve heard a pin drop.

She walked to the front of the room, dressed in fatigues just like the rest of them, and turned to face them. She looked each man in the eye before she spoke.

“I thought Gavriel made it clear as day that you all were to respect me and follow my orders,” she said in a tight voice.

No one spoke.

“Someone better answer me in three fucking seconds—”

“Yes ma’am, Colonel Ashryver was very clear about what he expected from us,” Aedion said and Rowan’s jaw clenched at the smugness in his voice.

“Does anyone know what happens when you don’t follow your superior officer’s orders? Especially in the air, on a mission?” she asked.

“We… get written up?” Fenrys suggested and Rowan wanted to disappear into the floor.

“You die,” Aelin barked, sending Fenrys an icy glare.

Everyone stayed silent.

“This isn’t a normal mission, boys,” she stated, tone uncompromising. “If this was, you wouldn’t have been chosen. Orynth Squadron is the most elite fighter jet force in the military. This mission could end disastrously. Some of us might not walk away from it. So when Colonel Ashryver told you all to respect me, listen to everything I tell you to do, and remember that I’m in charge, he fucking meant it. I will not lose fellow airmen and jeopardize this mission just because you all can’t follow orders.”

She looked at each one of them again, her eyes lingering on Rowan. “Understood?”

A chorus of respectful “Yes, ma’am!”s rang out.

“Is that understood, Captain Whitethorn?” she enunciated, and Rowan realized he hadn’t joined in with the rest of the group.

And it was her tone, the way she looked down her nose at him that had him snapping.

“With all due respect, Major Galathynius,” he said in the most disrespectful voice possible, “your vendetta against certain airmen in this squadron has clouded your vision. As a commanding officer, your actions were not only dangerous but childish and unbefitting for someone looking to make Lieutenant Colonel.”

He almost, almost felt bad when he saw those words had hit their mark. She took a step back as if he had slapped her.

“Everyone get the fuck out,” she ordered in a voice so cold that it had seven grown ass men flinching and hauling ass out of the room, casting sympathetic glances towards Rowan.

Rowan’s blood was still pumped with adrenaline, his heart racing. He watched her follow the rest of his squadron to the door and then lock it behind them. He swallowed hard at the fire he saw in her eyes when she turned her gaze on him. He stood as she stormed his way.

“You deliberately disobeyed me and tried to undermine my authority!” she yelled, face alive with rage.

He let out a disbelieving laugh. Unbelievable. The woman was so wrapped up in her own fucking misery that she was blind to everything except the past that festered between them.

“It’s been ten fucking years, Aelin!” He burst out, anger crawling along his skin. “And you can’t find it within yourself to actually heal from what happened. You can’t forgive anyone even though it was no one’s fault but what I really think the issue here is, is that you can’t forgive yourself.”

“Shut up, don’t you dare—”

“You hate yourself for what happened, don’t you? You hate that you and Sam were growing apart, you hate that you felt something for me, you hate that you never got to reconcile with him before that accident happened. It was a freak accident, Fireheart. We can’t change what happened. And I am so fucking sorry that Sam died. But he’s dead, Aelin. And he wouldn’t want you to live like this, to drown yourself in the hatred you feel.”

“You’re right,” Aelin bit out viciously, her chest heaving. “He’s fucking dead, Rowan. I cheated on him and I didn’t feel an ounce of guilt about it and before I could even try to fix things he. fucking. died. I will never forgive myself for that.”

And just like that, his anger vanished and his heart broke for her. He took a step towards her. “Aelin��”

“Just stop!” she screamed at him, and his stomach dropped as her face broke. “I hate you, Rowan. I hate that I kissed you, and I hate that I was falling in love with you, and I hate that for the past ten godsdamn years I missed you so much. I hate you—”

He didn’t register what he was doing until his hands were in her hair and his mouth was covering hers, cutting off the words that she wielded like daggers. She let out a muffled noise of surprise and then her hands came up to grip the back of his neck. Her nails dug into his skin as she pulled away, gasping for air.

“This doesn’t change anything,” she said breathlessly. “I still hate you.”

“I don’t care,” he grounded out, grabbing her by the throat and yanking her back in.

She didn’t seem to really care either as his mouth crashed against hers. He all but ripped her shirt out from where it was tucked into her pants, pulling it up and over her head and throwing it somewhere across the room. She toed her boots off as they fought to get each other undressed, Aelin only succeeding in getting his shirt off before he had her bra off and her pants around her ankles.

He wrapped an arm around her waist and lifted her onto the desk, his mouth never leaving hers as his free hand pushed her panties to the side and immediately plunged his fingers into her. She cried out against his mouth and he pulled away with a groan, looking down between them.

“Shit,” he muttered, relishing in how wet she already was. He pumped her slowly, curling his fingers to hit her g-spot. “You say you hate me, baby, but look at how fucking wet you are for me.”

“Fuck off,” she growled, pushing his hand away and sliding off the desk, dropping to her knees in front of him.

She shoved his pants and underwear down his legs, immediately taking his rock hard cock into her mouth. Gods, she was going to make his brain melt. He may not have known it way back then, but he could acknowledge now that he had always wanted Aelin. A lot of late nights with his own hand, thinking about the foul-mouthed blonde that was currently sucking the life out of him.

When her teeth scraped along his length, he hissed and grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling her mouth off his cock. “I don’t think so.”

He grabbed her up and spun her around, a rip sounding through the air as her panties all but disintegrated in his hands. One hand locked on the back of her neck, he held her down on the desk and kicked apart her legs, his other hand running over the curve of her ass as he positioned himself behind her. He slid his cock along her folds, gathering up her wetness.

A thought flashed through his head and he groaned but didn’t stop his movements. “Aelin, I don’t have a condom.”

“I’m on birth control and I’m clean,” she gasped, pushing against him and he swore as the head of his cock slipped into her.

“Luckily for us, so am I,” he muttered and then slammed into her. Her cry of surprise filled him with a euphoric high.

Holy fucking gods, she was amazing. She was hot and wet and tight. He twitched inside of her and the hand not on her neck gripped her hip hard, fingers digging into her skin as he silently ordered himself to calm the fuck down. He started to move slowly, pulling out and then pushing back into her, hips flush against her ass.

“Fuck me like you hate me, Rowan,” she breathed, wriggling on the desk.

His teeth threatened to crack as he clenched his jaw. Gods, if only she knew. She’d shattered his heart that day ten years ago. But in all that time, he could never find it in himself to hate her. He knew she had been broken, had been so full of pain that she couldn’t see how much he needed her and how much she needed him. When it became apparent that he might never see her again, he’d tried to move on but fuck if he hadn’t been able to.

He slid his hand from the back of her neck to her throat, hauling her up against him, his lips at her ear.

“Is that what you want, love?” he asked in a soft voice, fucking her slowly.

“Either give me what I want or fucking leave,” she hissed.

He slammed into her hard, forcing a groan from her mouth. “I’m going to fuck you so hard that you’ll still feel every inch of me even after we’re done here. All you’ll be able to think about is how good I gave it to you. I’m going to ruin you for anyone else, love.”

And then he gave her exactly what she wanted. He fucked her roughly, pace fast and hedonistic. The sound of skin on skin filled the air, joining moans and grunts. His hand tightened around her throat, only applying enough pressure to take her breath away. He felt her pulse quicken against his fingers and the sensation made his eyes roll with pleasure. He released her throat and she gasped out as she fell back to the desk, her hands reaching up to grab the edge with white knuckles. When her walls squeezed his cock he let out a filthy curse and picked up his pace, balls slapping against her skin.

He reached around to part her slit further, thumb finding her clit. He rolled the sensitive nub between his thumb and index finger and she called out his name, one of her hands coming down to grip his wrist hard but she didn’t stop his ministrations. He could feel her slick drip down his cock and he knew that if she didn’t come soon he would lose his godsdamn mind.

He leaned over her, chest pressed to her back as his free hand fisted her hair and yanked her head back, his lips at her ear again. “Is this everything you dreamed of, Fireheart? Is this what you thought about when you grinded on my lap all those years ago?”

She mumbled something and he pulled her head back further, a groan escaping her throat. “What was that? I didn’t quite catch it.”

“I pictured a little less talking,” she answered, sass coating her tone.

He chuckled and righted himself. He slid his hand down her back, feeling the notches of her spine. When he reached her ass cheek, he gave it a sharp slap. The noise she let out had his balls tightening.

“Harder,” she begged.

His brain was going to short circuit and then set on fire. He didn’t know this wanton creature beneath him and he found himself wanting to explore every part of her, every dark corner of her mind, give her every single ounce of pleasure. He resumed his teasing of her clit and gave her another smack, palm zinging. She groaned, her pussy clenching his cock. He smacked her ass once more, giving her clit a slight pinch at the same time.

She called out his name and her walls spasmed around his cock, her legs shaking against his as her orgasm washed over her. He sped up his pace, balls deep as he fucked her until his own orgasm chased the tail end of hers, emptying himself into her.

He’d barely stopped twitching before she was standing up and rounding on him, hands shoving down on his shoulders until he found himself flat on his back on the floor. She climbed atop him, sinking onto him and he almost couldn’t believe he was already hard again, ready for another round.

Aelin braced her hands on her chest as she moved on him, grinding her clit against the flat plane of his pelvis every time she came down.

“Aelin,” he hissed as she rode him, his fingers digging bruises into her hips as he helped her slam down onto him.

“Make me come again, Rowan,” she pleaded.

He would give her anything she wanted. Her face was flushed pink, tiny wisps of hair stuck to her forehead with sweat. She looked like a fucking goddess. He reached up to grab her throat as his other hand rubbed her clit roughly while she bounced on him.

He squeezed her neck again and when he released her, she was crying out his name over and over as she shattered for him again. He grabbed her ass in his hands and took over her movements as she just spasmed and writhed on his cock, fucking her hard and spilling inside her as her name joined his in the air of the room.

Her body fell against his, their chests heaving in sync as they lay there in silence. Rowan stared at the ceiling, every piece of his mind scattered. Gods, it was almost embarrassing to admit that this had been the best sex of his entire life. All those fantasies of his, they paled in comparison to the real thing. He was suddenly afraid that she had ruined him instead. He was never going to get her out of his head after this.

He was pulled back to the present when Aelin got off him, immediately finding her discarded clothes and pulling them on. He sat up and watched her. She refused to meet his eyes, focusing on shoving her feet back into her boots.

Only once she had finished putting herself back together did she look at him, and he knew that whatever had transpired between them would not happen again. Her eyes were blank, emotions locked back behind that fortress she kept built around her.

“Thanks for the ride, Captain Whitethorn,” she purred and then spun on her heel and left the room, leaving Rowan still on the floor buck ass naked.

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