Liora's POV
The moment we stepped outside, the cool air hit my face. My pulse was still erratic, every nerve wired and trembling. I needed this air. I needed distance. I still hadn't gotten over what had just happened inside. I was just tired and fed up of all the drama that came with Kade. I tried to pull my hand free, but Rowan’s grip didn’t budge.
“Rowan,” I said quietly, trying to sound calm. “Let go.”
He didn’t. His fingers tightened, firm but not painful. “Not here,” he murmured.
That voice, steady, low, infuriatingly controlled, made something in me snap. “You don’t get to decide that,” I shot back, twisting my wrist. But he only looked at me, his expression maddeningly calm, like none of what had just happened inside touched him. He was too composed. Too unreadable.
