It's pushed my inner turmoil to a boiling point. I've been torn between going on with tolerating his cold demeanor and confronting him in a bid to try to figure out why he gets to treat me with such disrespect.

At this point, I need an explanation. I need one. His moodiness is emotionally exhausting, and I don't know how much more of it I can keep on doing.

"Whatever you're about to do, don't," Rowan says, materializing behind me. I stumble at her sudden appearance.

"Why? Did you have a vision?" I ask her anxiously.

"Sweetheart, I don't need a vision to know that you're plotting something," Rowan tells...