Rowan has never been the type to fall into deep uninterrupted sleep, but that night more than others he struggled to sleep. Thoughts about everything raced through his head. About the coven, about him and Arabelle and about what would happen to the twins if they couldnât protect them. These thoughts kept the warlock awake for hours until eventually exhaustion became too intense and sleep won over worries. He continued to toss and turn in his sleep, even waking up every few hours to look around, but tried as best as he could to get some rest. When morning came, Rowan has finally settled into a somewhat tranquil sleep.
He pushed the door open, ready to call our Rawlynâs name only to realize she wasnât there. Common sense said she was probably out in the farm doing what she did every morning, but experience told him that wasnât all there was to it. He shit the door again, opting instead to go to Arabelle. The door to her room was open, and her bed looked untouched. His first thought was to ask Isaiah, hoping that at least he would be where he was supposed to. He slammed the door open but quickly realized he didnât have to ask. His eyes met Arabelleâs and he immediately knew he wasnât imagining things. âTheyâre hereâŠâ