Jade Nightshade
I entered my father’s office still struggling to catch my breath. My heart pounded from the unexpected encounter with Rowon, and I could still feel the heat of his hand on my arm, the way his eyes had pleaded with me—but I shoved the thought aside. Now wasn’t the time to unravel.
My father rose from his chair immediately, his brow furrowed with concern. “Jade, you look pale,” he said, his voice filled with fatherly worry. “What happened? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
“Worse,” I muttered under my breath, my legs feeling wobbly as I sank into the chair across from his desk.
He didn’t miss a beat. “Here, drink this.” He handed me a steaming cup of coffee, his eyes searching mine for an explanation. “Tell me what’s going on.”
I took a sip, hoping it would steady my
