thought you were dying,” he said roughly. She held him tighter, even if it made her back ache. “I was.” “Please don’t ever do that again.” It was her turn to puff out a laugh. “Next time, I’ll just ask Dorian not to stab me.” But Rowan pulled back, scanning her face. “I felt it—I felt every second of it. I went out of my mind.” She brushed a finger along his cheek. “I thought something had gone wrong for you, too—I thought you might be dead, or hurt. And it killed me not to be able to go to you.” “Next time we need to save the world, we do it together.” She smiled faintly. “Deal.”
