KATHERINE
Rowan was the death that was standing in front of me. He wasn't moving, he wasn't talking, he wasn't blinking.
Since he came into the room thirty minutes ago. He had sat in that chair across the room, staring at me with his legs crossed.
As soon as he entered the room, Natasha didn't wait another moment. She mouthed an apology and dashed out of the room without looking back.
I was expecting a scolding. I was expecting him to tell me how stupid I was and how I was going to pay for my actions.
But he hadn't said anything. And that was what scares me the most.
The way he was staring at me, I would have liked it if this were another situation.
But right now, I wasn't feeling so lucky.
I had to say something, anything to diffuse this silence because it was killing me. I opened
