Rowan held down the springs as hard as she could. Not letting go, not even daring to let go. She couldn't; she needed to keep a hold of the springs so Fyn could get his foot out. He needed her to save his life.
“Rowan," she heard his voice call to her softly.
She wanted to look up to see what he needed, but she couldn't let go of the trap, or it would spring closed again and hurt him even more. She just couldn't let go.
“Rowan, honey, you can let go now. I'm free. You did it, sweetheart. I'm free," he called to her gently.
Fyn's voice sounded amazing to Rowan, so soothing and beckoning without any hint of pain. Rowan slowly allowed one squinted eye to peek towards him. He had freed himself and now knelt only a few inches away from her, staring at her intently.
Relief swept through her
