Rowan's smile froze on his face before he scratched his head. What a closet brat. He just gazed at Duke as if pulling strength from those warm eyes. Duke might not walk with him, but the promise of seeing him after made Rowan smile some more.
After receiving instructions from the attendants, Rowan took a deep breath and walked inside the horror house. Right, he faced death and real-life demons multiple times. A horror house shouldn't be too scary for him, the painter of darkness and nightmares.
However, the very first fork in the road of darkness made him rethink his resolve. It was a dimly lit wall with a mirror reflecting the guest. The path on the right led to solitude, while the path on the left led to nightmares. What made his heart tingle was that the walls behind him began pulsing with red lights as if he was ushered into Hell.
