The scent of his cologne surrounded me instantly. It almost drove me insane with how good he smelt. It was warm from his body heat, far too large for me, the sleeves hanging well past my wrists. For a second, I didn’t move. I couldn’t. My mind tripped over itself, wondering what this meant. I turned, confused, clutching the lapels to keep it from slipping. “What are you doing? Are you hungry? Would you like to come in?” I shot the question at him. Rowan’s face was unreadable in the low light, but his eyes held me in place. He didn’t answer at first, and when he finally spoke, the word was quiet but deliberate.
“Liora.”
I blinked. He almost never called me that. To him, I was usually “Miss Quinn,” or when he was particularly sharp, “sister-in-law.” Hearing my name in his voice which
