Author's P. O. V.
That night Rowan begged Alessander to let him sleep alone, of course it took a couple of trying until he finally agreed. The next morning, Rowan left a note that he had some errands to run, and promised to be back before dinner.
His mysterious behavior from last night, coupled with the way he avoided him, made Alessander think that Rowan was hiding something.
"And so? Do you think he has another dick giving it to him?" Natalia asked, letting out a thick cloud of smoke from her nostrils. She threw the cigarette in her hand on the corpse laid out under her foot.
Another lackey sent to spy on Rowan.
Alessander wiped the blood on his knuckles against his leather jacket, "I don't think that's it, but he was crying yesterday, I can't seem to understand him."
