Rowan POV
I found Aria out in the garden, a cup of coffee in her hand. She wore a pair of jeans and one of my shirts. I recognized the tartan. Beneath the shirt, she wore a white crop top. On her feet were a pair of sneakers.
After Lucian’s warning last night, staring at her now, I wanted her. I needed her to know that not only was she liked but she was loved as well.
Our coming together wasn’t easy. It wasn’t even willing, but staying together, that was everything to me.
“Morning,” I said, taking a seat beside her. I balanced my own cup of coffee in my hand as I looked out over the garden. Lucian always had a nice place to grow up. I had vague memories of us as boys, running around this patch of grass while our fathers conspired.
Sipping at the hot coffee, I enjoyed the burn of it do
