Rowan: I sat quietly in the back of Saint's truck, watching their interactions. Bain had taken Saint by the hand, and the way Saint's thumb rubbed tenderly across Bain's knuckles left me with a longing I wasn't sure what to do with. We pulled into a coffee shop that sat nestled in the darkness just mere miles before Lucid's blinding lights would color the sky. The words The Brew in neon green were glowing brightly in the shop window. We got out of Saint's truck, and like the angst-ridden little b***h that I am, I sheepishly stepped between the two of them. It wasn't that I was scared per se... But I have only been to three places in this town. The grocery store, Berny's bar, and Lucid. The thoughts of seeing someone that may know Jacob had me rooted in place at the door. He knows everyone