C60 That’s not my answer

As Amara reached the gates of the Moretti mansion, she glanced back. Rowan had stopped his car just a bit away, watching her intently. She felt a small surge of relief mixed with frustration; at least he still had some rational thinking left. Pulling out her phone, she dialed his number again.

"Leave now," she said firmly when he answered.

"Go inside," Rowan replied