Rowan was different. Even if I knew they were the same person, it was hard to think of them as the same. When she was around, embers smoldered to life in my chest for the first time in centuries, and I felt alive. I hadn’t woken with a feeling of dread and known she was here. I’d had a feeling of warmth in my chest, dead charcoal sparking. Without Rowan, my world was cold, silent.
