Rowan's POV
There’s a whole thirty feet and a wall between us, but I hear that kiss as clearly as if someone were holding a megaphone up to the both of them.
Deafening.
She’s kissed him before, but not like this. She’s said words to appease him before, but not like this.
I’m glad it’s you.
What is she doing to me? Is she trying to kill me? Is she trying to make me hurt so much, I don’t want to live anymore?
It was bad enough to see her at the ball—smiling; laughing; curtsying. And then, her response to Gaius Gibbous’s big announcement. Thank you.
How could she say that? How could she smile and thank him for publicly shaming her father—her family?
And now, this.
I wish I never came here. I wish I never looked at her that way in her corset. I wish I never came to her bedroom the m
