Liora's POV
“You can’t keep doing that.” I crossed my arms and tried to stand my grounds.
Rowan raised an eyebrow. “Doing what?” He was active oblivious to his actions.
“That,” I snapped, gesturing vaguely between us. “Dragging me into dark corners. Marking me like I’m yours. Intervening whenever it suits you like I’m… like I’m some kind of possession.”
He stared at me, slow-burning and unreadable, and I hated that I couldn’t tell what he was thinking. His silence made the air feel heavier. “And that night,” I added, pulse spiking. “Why did you mark me?” There. I finally said it. I hadn’t meant to. The words spilled out faster than I could stop them, but now that they were in the air, I couldn’t take them back.
Rowan shrugged, infuriatingly nonchalant. “I was caught up in
