His reaction was visceral. A mix of emotions coursed through him—surprise, desire, and an undeniable anger born of jealousy and protectiveness. He clenched his jaw, his eyes narrowing slightly as he watched her. The way she carried herself, the subtle confidence in her step, only made her more captivating.
As he continued to watch her, he saw Harvey lean in, whispering something that made Amara smile. The sight of her smiling, even at his own brother, stirred a possessive impulse in Rowan. He descended the remaining steps with a newfound resolve, his eyes never leaving her.
When he finally reached the bottom, he moved through the crowd with purpose, making his way towards her. The guests parted slightly, sensing his presence, their conversations momentarily pausing as he passed. Rowan's
