Rowan lifted his hand and placed it upon the top of his head, sliding the hood backwards over his hair as the light from the office windows brought his face into sharp relief.
Isabella fell backwards against the desk as his face became visible, her hands grabbing behind her to steady herself as her eyes, wide with surprise, darted over the warrior’s face.
‘Rowan?’ she whispered in shock, ‘Rowan!’ she repeated louder as she stared at him.
‘Um, you two know each other?’ Vaughn asked in surprise.
Ignoring the young Vampire, Isabella took a tentative step forward, ‘how? What? When?’ she muttered, gazing at him as she tried to pull herself together, ‘where have you been?’ she demanded suddenly, ‘I thought you were dead! How in the Goddess’ name are you still in your mid twenties’.
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