Are you feeling okay?" Lucian asked gently, his voice laced with concern.
Rowan's jaw tightened. "You should be worrying about yourself. You are the one who has been locked in a cell since morning, not me."
But Lucian stepped closer, reaching out to take Rowan's hand gently in his own.
"I haven't been able to think about anything except you," Lucian said quietly. "Have you eaten anything today?"
Rowan sighed, the question hitting him harder than it should.
When was the last time he had eaten? He'd had nothing at the lunch with Melissa. And this morning... nothing except the painkillers he had swallowed dry before leaving his penthouse.
"That's not necessary," Rowan said, trying to pull his hand away but Lucian didn't let go.
"Nonsense! Of course it's necessary. You need to eat." Lucian said firmly then tugged gently on Rowan's hand.
He tugged gently on Rowan's hand.
"Come on. Let's go get you some food first."
