Rowan stopped in his tracks just as he reached the end of the corridor. When he turned to look back, Rosalind had already left completely, leaving only her scent trailing behind.
His chest tightened at what had just happened. He had seen her but was not able to talk to her, hold her, or call her name, and it was making him lose his mind.
Rosalind did not look happy like she always was, if anything, she looked saddened, and when she had seen him, her spirit had lifted as though she had almost forgotten the promise they had made, but had he not forced himself out of her sight immediately, they would have failed.
It was harder than he thought, pretending to leave her alone.
He did not want to do this, in fact he would have never agreed to it, but it was only for Rosalind's sake and nothing else.
Hell, he would never stay away from her even if she belonged to the king.
