When hearts meet

Chapter 20 ~ bittersweet revenge

He stormed out of the house and over a massive bridge that carried him into the city of starlight.

He didn't mind the crispy cold early autumn threw at him. He rather welcomed it. The cold lessened the hot anger in his system.

Rowan Whitethorn Galathynius stormed through the streets, not paying any attention to the people that stared at him, the people that walked around him in a big circle, trying to not catch his wrath.

He knew his face stood hard, he knew his green ice were cold and he knew the tattoo was a sharp and cruel black line across his face.
It made him look hard. But he didn't give a shit because that gross smell of his daughter's scent mixed with that winged bastard wouldn't leave his damned nose.

Oh, he'd rather cut it off.

He slowed his pace only because the streets became more crowded and he couldn't exactly push his way through. He wasn't that rude...

Fae and all sorts of creatures were busy doing groceries, chatting with friends, on their way to the wyrd knew where.

He needed to find a place where he could think, where he could clear his mind. He couldn't return to the house like this. He'd hurt Ciana with his cruel attitude and that was the last thing he wanted to do.

Although he probably already had. Anger boiled high in Rowan. He was mad at Brion, he was mad at Ciana for even doing this while he was sleeping three rooms away.
But mostly, in this moment, he was mad at himself for reacting like a damned arrogant, overprotective Fae bastard.

Aelin always said it, and he only now realized how true it was.

A low whistle flew through the air and Rowan detected the whereabouts of the sound immediately, his trained eye picking out the commander of the Night court armies from the crowd.

He stood across of the street, a smug smile on his face and his hands in his pockets. Cassian beckoned him and walked away, not waiting to see if Rowan would follow or not.

The king of Terrasen seriously considered the possibility of just turning around, but in the end he sighed and walked towards Cassian.

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"You'll burn the floor away with that pacing of yours." Aelin said as she leaned in her chair, looking at her daughter who walked up and down the dining room, holding the broken fork in her hands.

"I mean, who does he think he is? He doesn't freaking get to be mad about who I share my bed with?!" She barked loud enough for Nuala to look up from the table she was cleaning from breakfast that had ended rather abruptly.

Aelin still sat in her chair, looking amused. She locked eyes with Mor who held back chuckles as she sipped her coffee and then at Rhys who looked at Ciana.

"Don't worry too much, Ana. Cassian is talking to your father as we speak." The high lord stated.
Aelin barked a laugh and Rhys raised his brows.
"No offense Rhys, but I think that Cass and Rowan will end up in a brawl rather than in an emotional talk."

Mor laughed now. But Rhys looked back at Ciana who was still pacing. "You'd be surprised, Aelin. You'd be surprised how persistent Cassian can be."

"So is my dad, Rhys!" Ciana fired at him. She stormed towards the table and dumped the fork on the table with such force that the three points of the utensil bored deep in the wood.

Rhys leaned back in his chair as he looked at the fork. "I bet you can kill someone with that, if you wished."
Ciana smiled wickedly and Rhys laughed. Rhys's laugh was like a sound from heaven. Soulful, deep and you just had to smile back at him.