Savannah froze, her breath catching in her throat.
“Uncle Rowan?” she gasped, her emerald eyes widening in shock. “But… you haven’t aged a day. You look as gorgeous as ever,” she added, her voice laced with disbelief.
Rowan chuckled, the sound smooth and confident, as if he had expected this reaction. His features were sharp, strikingly handsome, with an air of effortless authority. His dark suit, unbuttoned at the collar, exuded wealth and power.
Beside her, Theo’s reaction was more subdued. There was no fire in his eyes, no flash of jealousy or protectiveness—just a cool, speculative gaze, as if he were calculating something she couldn’t quite grasp.
Savannah was utterly thrown.
Was this because of that cheap thief, Clover? Was he testing her?
As if reading her thoughts, Rowan laug
