Chapter 50 Downpour
- Rowena
- The minutes seemed to tick by torturously slow, the flickering candle in the middle of the table slowly melting further and further down. I wasn’t sure how long it had been exactly, because part of me was too terrified to check the time, but I knew that he was late.
- He’ll be here any minute, I kept telling myself, shaking my leg nervously beneath the table. He did say he was running late, after all…