“Maybe if your psychic freak friend dressed normal, people wouldn’t stare,” Serena sneered, Rowan froze. The air around him vibrated. “Say that again,” he said coldly, fists trembling The lamp beside them exploded-glass flying In a blink, Rowan had her pinned to the wall, eyes glowing silver “Don’t talk about her. Ever. Again.” Serena paled. y/n’s voice broke the tension. “Ro… let her go.” He did—barely. Breathing hard. Furious, Ashamed. But not sorry
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