ROWEN

I stared at the space she had stormed out through, my jaw tightening with restrained irritation. She had walked out like she had something to prove.

Ungrateful little brat.

I let out a breath, pinched the bridge of my nose, then reached for my phone. My thumb hovered briefly over her name, then tapped the call icon.

She picked on the second ring. “Yes?”

“Come back,” I said simply, my voice flat but edged with steel.

There was a pause. I could hear the slight shuffle of her movement on the other end. “You made your point.”

“No, Elora. If I wanted to make a point, I’d do it...