Chapter 60: A Little Family?

Rowan staggered into the room, his eyes fixed immediately on his Ak'ya, the laughter in the air filling his mind with immediate ease.

By Yipzilos and Kamilos, she was alright. 

"Master," the Halfbreed called out to him. He was sitting at the edge of the bed, Valentina's hand in his. 

Subconsciously, Rowan glanced at him, trying to see if he was alright too. His Fate found it as a responsibility to ensure that he was. 

The Envy Physicians had taken care of him quite well, he was wearing a loose pair of brown pants and his shirt was unbuttoned, allowing Rowan to assess the plastered-over parts of his cuts at one glance. 

It was neat, and from the relief on his face, he didn't seem to be in pain. 

Fuck, these two have managed to make themselves his responsibility.

Honestly, he wasn't as mad about it as he used to be. Maybe, it was because they were in a messy situation right now. 

Yes, it was definitely that.