Rosalind returned to her chamber safely that night without any hurdles, which was a relief because she had spent the entire journey back imagining all the ways things could go wrong.
As she dropped down from the cupboard and into her room as quietly as possible so she wouldn't alert the guards outside, she let out a long breath of relief and slowly made her way back to the bed.
Seeing Rowan had made her feel better. At least he wasn't hurt, and he was still alive and well. She sighed deeply, frustrated by how much she still cared for him.
Heaven knew she hadn't wanted to leave like that, but she didn't want to seem desperate and, most of all, she didn't want to look foolish again.
She could still remember her fists tightening against her dress and her heart pounding wildly when he had told her to be careful.
Rosalind had wanted to hug him again and to touch him, but she had to restrain herself.
