Fyn reeled back slightly, not expecting the power of her anger. Her eyes flashed with helpless fury, and Fyn couldn’t help comparing her to a cornered animal.
“I can’t tell you these things! Can’t you understand that?!” Rowan continued. “There are just some things that shouldn’t be said out loud if you want people to think you are a normal, sane person!”
“Like what happens between you and the animals? Is that part of the many secrets that you keep, Rowan?!” Fyn demanded.
“Yes!” Rowan snapped. “Yes! I keep that a secret because no one would believe me, or they would send me to a mental institution. Are you happy? It’s entirely possible that I may be crazy. Except I KNOW that I’m not!”
“You are not?” Fyn commented, wanting to keep her talking.