Ruh Roh (One on One)

He flushed at the unexpected compliment, looking down at himself.

“Thank you.”

 

He flushed at the unexpected compliment, looking down at himself.

“Thank you.”

 

He flushed at the unexpected compliment, looking down at himself.

“Thank you.”

 

“You don’t want to do anything?”

 

“That’s okay. I’ll see you soon, okay?”

 

“You too,” e said, heading for the door.

 

(Zoop?)

 

Several hours later, Rowan had not returned.

 

There was still no sign of him.

 

When she opened the door, she would see Rowan sitting in the hall, his head lolled forward. He was battered, his body bleeding in various places that she wouldn’t be able to determine. His lip was cut and bruises and knife slashed painted his skin.

 

He was unconscious, his skin pale.