TESSA
Fate really had a way of laughing in my face.
At the wedding, it was the cursed seat next to him. Now, here I was—pressed against a bare wall, in a half-finished house, with Rowan’s breath hot over my lips.
I should’ve been terrified. Maybe even furious. But all I could think as my eyes darted around was how ridiculous this place looked.
The house was stripped down to its bones. There was no furniture in sight, no lights hanging in the living room. It honestly looked like a warehouse.
I clicked my tongue. Is this where he was taking Zaria to?
Rowan’s eyes didn’t move from me. That was when I realized that his gaze wasn’t just on my face. It was everywhere. Roaming, devouring, taking in every bare inch of me.
Heat rushed to my cheeks, and I cursed silently. Damn it. I nearl
