( @okaygoggles )
He was under the wreckage when they finally found him. Breathing. But only just. Whatever he had anticipated happening when he’d touched those wires, it certainly hadn’t been the explosion that shook the Mercado violently, and sent chunks of plaster and cement raining down as the building shuddered and nearly collapsed around them.
Rowan opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was a sea of blonde hair. He groaned and shut them again. “No,” he moaned under his breath. “Not you. Go away. Let me be dead in peace.”









