A chill went down Amara’s spine. She turned around slowly, her heart racing, and saw Rowan standing behind her, looking as handsome as ever. The moonlight cast a soft glow on his features, accentuating his strong jawline and piercing eyes.
"f**k, Rowan, what are you doing here?" Amara hissed, her annoyance barely masking the hint of fear in her voice.
Rowan stepped closer, his movements smooth and deliberate. He reached out and gently touched her face. "Did I scare you?"
Without hesitation, Amara slapped his hand away. "Obviously."
Rowan's expression turned meek, an almost comical contrast to his usual confident demeanor. "Sorry, I didn't mean to."
Amara raised her brows in annoyance, crossing her arms over her chest. "What do you want?"
Rowan put a hand on his heart, feigning a look
