Third Person's POV
Liora’s hand curled around the polished brass door handle. She paused, her body tense. From behind the door, she could sense him. His words stopped her on her feet and as much as she hated to admit it, he did have an effect on her.
"Rowan" She let a breath out, pivoting to glare. “What do you want from me?” she asked, voice low but sharp.
Rowan didn't look surprised by her actions or words, he looked like he had been expecting it in fact. He casually strolled forward towards her. Before she could step back, the door lurched shut beneath his palm. His hand pressed into her back, pinning her softly against the door. A breath caught in her chest. He tilted his head and answered in a voice smooth and deep as velvet, “You.”
He leaned in without warning, mouth cr
