Rowe (Primal, #1)

by Dylan Page

He stared at me, his eyes blank, and I sighed heavily, ever frustrated by the language barrier. I pretended to hold something in my hands, taking a bite of the invisible object and chewing, then said, “Food. Food.” “Vooooooduh.” He nodded, exaggerating the O’s and adding a harsh ‘ugh’ to the end like he couldn’t help it. F’s seemed to be a little tricky for him, too. I nodded, “Food. Thank you.” He still looked confused. I got up and closed the distance between us, placing my hand over his heart. “Food. Thank you, Rowe.” I smiled up at him, hoping he could see how grateful I was, despite the faces I made while I ate it. I felt so ungrateful for being so picky when he was doing all he could think of to provide me sustenance. I tapped the spot over his heart again, with him watching curiously. “Rowe… food… for Kayd,” I clarified. “Thank you.” Again the tap over his heart. Rowe positively beamed, looking so pleased as understanding finally clicked. Wordlessly, he wrapped his arms around my back and hugged me tight, resting his cheek upon the crown of my head. “Kayd…” he whispered, slightly rocking us side to side. Damn it. He really was such a sweetheart. When he let go, he didn’t allow me to step back. He just reached down, grasping my forearms and held my hands up before our faces where my new tattoos were on display, still red, but the cream Haara had applied had helped immensely. Rowe checked them over before his eyes locked on to mine, and he gave me that intense little ...