NADINE'S P.O.V
I rushed out of the kitchen instantly knowing it had to be Rowan.
He'd gone out for a few minutes. He said he needed to clear his head. I offered to follow him but it was something he said he needed to do by himself.
He stood in the living room looking intact except for a scratch on his arm. It looked to be deep and was dripping blood.
"What happened?" I asked, rushing over to him. "Was it-"
"No, it was a feral animal. I didn't even get a good look at it. It just scratched me and took off."
I inspected the wound. It looked like cat scratches, I'd know because I'd been around a few not-so-nice cats.
"It's fine," he tried to argue, but I ignored him, pulling him into our room with me. "Nadine-"
"Sit," I ordered.
