Rowan's P.O.V.
Her voice was low, almost a whisper, but it wasn’t meek. It was a dare, a challenge wrapped in silk, and it hit me like a punch to the gut.
I smirked, because what else could I do? Show her how much she still got to me? “You’ve always been bold,” I said, letting my gaze drop to the curve of her lips before snapping back to her eyes. “But I don’t think you’ve thought this through.”
Her hand came up, pressing lightly against my chest, and I froze. Her touch burned, igniting something I’d tried to snuff out the day I rejected her. My wolf growled low, half in warning, half in need.
“You and Lila are playing a dangerous game,” she said, her fingers trailing slightly over my shirt. “But we both know you’ve never been able to resist temptation.”
Temptation. That’s what she wa
