I stepped back. My fingers aching, but my resolve hardening by the minute. Rowan stood, looking back toward the door. “How are you going to play this?”
I thought about it for a minute. “I’m going to play the fence.” He just tilted his head. “I’m going to act like I want to rebuild, but that you are refusing me. You won’t allow anyone to the pack lands because of rogues, so I have to figure out another choice, another path until you allow me back onto my pack lands.”
“Why?”
“Because it will do two things. Give Vince some security that I hate you. He won’t trust me if we are close still. And I need him to trust me enough to allow me close.”
Rowan nodded. “It’s one reason your father, and I created space.” I nodded. I figured it was a part of the truth, but it didn’t hurt any less. “The
