Rowaelin au

Chapter 9

Merry Christmas.

Not my Art. 

Aelin POV

"Rowan?" No. It couldn't be. Rowan Whitethorn couldn't be the Prince of Doranelle.

She saw him gulp, "You know me?" he asked. His silver hair was caught in the light that was filling the pits entrance. 

"No, it can't be you. Is it really you, Rowan?" Aelin might not have started great with this guy, but she had finally found someone to who she could relate too. She had finally felt that she could be his equal, and he hers. 

"Yes, it's me, Rowan Whitethorn." he swung his foot around and tripped her. He caught her, and pulled off her mask, then tipped back her head so that her hood would fall off. He was shocked. He had guessed that it might have been Aelin, but he wasn't serious. "Aelin?" 

Tears were running down her face. "No, this can't be true. You can't be my biggest rival. You just tried to kill me, and you---you shot me." Her hand drifted to her thigh, right over the wound that was still oozing blood. 

"The police, they're going to get me and put me back in Endovier." Aelin slipped out of Rowan's hold and tried to run. She was limping, and Rowan knew she wasn't going to make it far. 

Rowan knew he shouldn't, but he ran over to her and picked her up, bridal style, and ran. "Why are you doing this? You just tried to kill me!" Aelin yelled at him. 

"Did you want me to leave you behind?" Rowan asked as he continued running, the sound of boots getting louder from behind them. 

"What are you expecting, a thank you?" she snorted, "Don't be expecting one soon." 

He grunted under the weight of Aelin, "Now's not the time for this! They're going to catch us unless I do something. Something you may not like." 

"Whatever, just do it," Aelin grumbled. Rowan cut a corner and stopped. He placed her down on the ground and she looked up at him, "What are you doing? They're going to catch us easily if we don't run." 

"They don't know what we look like. You're going to have to put on a show for this to work." Aelin was puzzled at Rowan's words. 

"Put on a show? What do you-------" She was rudely interrupted with warm lips on her own. They were Rowan's. His right hand was placed on her hip while his left hand went up her shirt and was exploring the plains of her stomach and the under arch of her breast. She tried to pull away, but his grip was strong. He pulled his lips away from her and a string of saliva was to be seen. He then went back in and gave her another kiss. 

Not a moment later the police showed up, "Put your hands up to where we can see them." They shone the flashlight at them and realized what they were interrupting. Aelin then realized what Rowan was doing. 

"If you'd like a turn, I'll be free in an hour," Aelin said as she looked at them. 

"Let's go guys, nothing but a common whore here." The captain of the police said as they started to run the other way. 

In no time at all, they were all gone and it was just Aelin and Rowan in the lone alleyway, "Quick thinking Whitethorn." he nodded and kept his hands to himself. Aelin was about to keep walking and move on when she fell, hard. "My leg. I can't go home like this. Aedion would kill me." 

"I'll take you to my place." Rowan offered as he helped her up.

Aelin took his hand and was pulled up, "How am I supposed to trust you. Didn't your boss just want to kill me?"