Everyone just stood there gaping at the scene I’d made. Rowdy still sat in his exact spot, not uttering a word. There was no anger, shock, amusement, or fear in his expression as he stared up at me. He just…looked at me. Slowly, the red haze I’d fallen in lifted at the same time I felt gentle hands guiding me off the table. “Easy,” a quiet, raspy voice soothed when I tried to snatch away. My gaze followed the unfamiliar voice, and I froze when I saw who it belonged to. Golden. He’d spoken to me.
