After eating a hasty meal, they went to rest, sinking into sleep after a long, exhausting day.
The next day, a loud noise rang out in the cave; the stone bed shook twice, and dust fell steadily.
Owen lay on the stone bed, his gaze unfocused, his head spinning from the sudden impact.
He hadn't intended to launch a sneak attack; he simply wanted to wake him up because he saw him sleeping so heavily.
Instead, he was pinned to the bed by Rowan, who reacted with instinctive combat reflexes, locking down his limbs.
"Do you want to die?" Rowan's waking rage erupted, his breathing ragged. A fire that couldn't be vented remained stuck in his chest, and his eyes were full of murderous intent as if looking at an enemy.
"Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere? You slept for too long today." Owen pried away the fingers strangling his neck one by one; Rowan's grip was very strong. He looked at Rowan's slightly red eyes and sweat-drenched forehead with some suspicion.
