"Oh, you think you're so clever, don't you?" Rowan said through gritted teeth as he glared at the trail that led back to what may as well have been his own garden.
The trail that should have been behind him.
Every bit of the patience and indifference he'd been tending to for the last several days withered, and a whole garden-full of annoyance sprouted in its place.
He couldn't believe it. Wren had trapped him with an illusion.
All the perfectly warmed baths and thoughtfully placed containers of bath salts in the world couldn't distract him from that fun little surprise.
