Chapter 47 : Follow Up

*Rowan*

I thought that if I heard my father say it himself, it would feel more real.

My father had been the one to take the shot in the dining hall.

He had tried to shoot me and had successfully shot Genevieve. When I finally put the pieces together and realized what was happening, I had prayed that somehow I would be wrong. I knew that my father and I didn't get along. It wasn't a surprise that he didn't exactly have warm sentiments when it came to me.

But for it to be confirmed that he wanted me dead?

To know for sure that he would have killed me himself if I had just been a little less lucky?

I should be groveling at Genevieve's feet. How many times had she saved my life? A woman who had been in my life for a matter of months cared more about keeping me alive than my own father. I owed so much to her.

She pulled out a chair for me to sit on. Budge flopped down on her bed, muttering about wanting to get a few kicks in himself. The people in this room were the people who