Rowan’s eyes darkened as he loomed over Shanna, his voice laced with quiet menace. “Tell your husband about us, or I’ll make his life miserable.”
Shanna clenched her fists, her frustration mounting. “You promised me.”
Rowan scoffed, stepping closer, his heat radiating against her skin. “I promised only not to kill him,” he corrected, his tone dangerously smooth.
She exhaled sharply, forcing herself to remain calm. “Grant is gay, Rowan. Our marriage is just a contract—an arrangement between two people who needed each other. Anytime we decide, we can end it.”
Rowan’s jaw tensed. “Then do it now.”
She shook her head. “I don’t want to divorce him yet. He still needs me, and I still need him.”
His fingers flexed at his sides, impatience simmering in his stance. “And what about me, Shanna
