Chapter 4The Light in His Darkest Chase

Over the next few weeks, I spotted Rowan at the lounge a few more times.

Always the same routine. Me under the spotlight, him in the shadows.

His VIP booth was always packed with loud, obnoxious socialites, but my eyes always found him. He looked so incredibly detached from the noise around him.

He didn't play their drinking games. He'd just sit there, nursing a bourbon, flashing an occasional crooked smile. And every single night, there was a different girl clinging to his arm.

None of them held a candle to Serena. None of them had her radiant, commanding presence.

What about Serena? Wasn't he afraid word would get back to her?

I was so lost in thought that I messed up a lyric.

The guitarist shot me a look. We seamlessly transitioned into the chorus to cover it up.

When I glanced back at the VIP booth, I locked onto a pair of pitch-black eyes.

Rowan lowered his gaze, downed the rest of his amber liquid, wrapped an arm around the pretty brunette next to him, and walked out.

I pulled my eyes away and leaned into the mic, pouring everything into the heartbreak anthem.

"We are two dots moving in opposite directions, drawing a straight line with no end. Oh, this love is a deep, dark water, turning my days into endless nights."