NADINE'S P.O.V
Rowan and I didn't return to the car.
He sat there, hands wrapped around me as he whispered sweet nothings into my hair.
No one bothered us, presumably because everyone was already battling with their own emotions. The plan had gone to shit, and we'd lost Ezekiel.
We were so over confident that we'd actually walked in there thinking we could save everyone, and look at where it landed us.
I must have fallen asleep sometime during the night because the next thing I knew, someone was lightly shaking me awake.
My eyes flew open and my hands instantly went to the weapon at my side but Rowan stopped me, his hand wrapping around my wrist.
"You're okay," he assured me, his voice soft. "It's morning. We need to keep moving."
I nodding, wiping the remnants of sleep out of my eyes.
He helped me to my feet and handed me a granola bar. "It's not much of a breakfast but you can eat during the drive back."
