The Night Wolf novel Chapter 29

Rowan still held the 'Do you think of me as an idiot?' face. Willow pinched his nose to make him stop making that face.

"Hey! Let go." Said Rowan as he pried her hands away from his face. "Not the face."

"Not the face?" Willow paused. "Not. The. Face? Are you kidding me? You have not given me any face for the past few day and you dare talk about face?"

"I'm sorry to cut this short," said Michael, who was standing behind Willow. "You both know each other, don't you?"

"Yes."

"No I don't know him. I don't want to know him either."

Michael ignored Willow as he said to Rowan. "I hope you drop her at her place-do you know where she lives?"

"I live in her house, so yes."

"What? You live in her house? Like for real." Michael paused. "Whatever, I have more pressing matters to attend to."

"Right. I don't even exist. Go on, continue. I don't mind."

"I would've loved to but I gotta go now." Here was Michael, and now gone. Before he appeared again. "Are you sure you haven't seen Hunter?"

"I haven't." Willow lied, without missing a beat. "Why do you insist I know where he is?"

"You kind of smell like him."

Willow froze, before yelling. How did Michael even smell her? "Pervert!"

Willow felt Rowan who was standing in front of her, he stiffened as he sniffed.

"Sorry, you haven't seen him. Bye."

This time, he was gone. Gone for good.

"Willow." Said Rowan after what seemed like years, staring at her with his luminous golden eyes, making her heart skip a beat. "Come, let's get you home." He stretched his hand out.

Her hand, as if it had a very own mini brain, placed itself oh his palm.

Willow pulled back her hand the moment their hands touched. Why? Static current why? But thankfully it snapped her back, she was still cross at Rowan.

Rowan can't ignore her for a week and now come here and act like he had never gone through the ignoring phase. She wouldn't accept it.

"So you're gonna use beauty trap now?" Asked Willow. "I'm sorry but it wont work."

"Rowan?" Called out a sweet familiar voice. Willow looked at Lana who stood behind Rowan with her eyes green wide open.

"Ah," Said Rowan, as if remembering that she was still there. "Llama."

Willow choked on the oxygen that she breathed in making her cough in fits.

"I swear."

"This is impossible." Said Lana before glaring at Willow and then she was gone. Poofed. Literally.

Lana was standing there one moment and gone the next. Like Turbo, the snail. Like Flash. Oh god, how drunk was she?

"Did she just-?" Willow paused.

"Just what?"

"Nothing." Willow shook her head. She must have imagined it, yes must be the light. It was pretty dark in here. Yeah that must be it. And the alcohol.

"Come on. Let's get you home." Roman smiled at her. Willow was glad he didn't push it. She would have sounded either mad or drunk to him.

Willow nodded. "Let's go." She reluctantly unlaced her fingers as he let go of hers, but then he caught at her hands and pulled her through the people.

Only after they stepped out of the house did Willow remembered that she was cross with Rowan. But it seemed too petty of her to bring it up now of all time.

"I think we're forgetting something." Said Willow, and she actually did feel it but couldn't remember what.

"You have your bag. Your phone?"

"In here." Said Willow after checking in her bag.