Liora’s POV
I swallowed hard, my mind tripping over the realization that I’d just exposed myself. His brows lifted slightly, that maddening half-smile forming again — slow, deliberate, as if he was savoring my discomfort.
“So,” Rowan murmured, voice low and rough from exhaustion. “You live right below me.”
I looked away, pretending to adjust the bloody handkerchief still in my hand. “Coincidence,” I said too quickly. “The building’s convenient for work.”
“Convenient,” he repeated, leaning back on the sofa, eyes gleaming faintly. “Or strategic? Maybe you moved here to spy on me?”
I shot him a look. “Don’t flatter yourself.” I said coldly.
He huffed a faint laugh —, quiet, tired, but it reached his eyes. The tension in his shoulders eased just slightly. For some reason, t
