_Rowena’s POV_
The door opened without warning.
There was no knock or sound of footsteps approaching first. Just the sudden shift of air and the door swinging inward and a man stepping through it with the unhurried movement of someone who was not worried about what was waiting for them on the other side.
He was tall, I noted that. Well-dressed in a way that looked out of place in this room, like he had come from somewhere better and hadn’t bothered to change for the occasion. Good shoes and dark jacket. The kind of face that would read as handsome in better lighting and in better circumstances.
He looked at me on the bedframe and said nothing for a moment.
I looked back at him, waiting patiently and calmly.
“You look better than I expected,” he said.
“Disappoint you?
