Rowan's POV
I noticed the moment she walked into the great hall, because I always noticed the moment she walked into a room, a fact I had mostly stopped bothering to deny to myself.
What I hadn't expected was the jacket.
She still had it on, sleeves rolled the same way she'd worn them all afternoon, the dark wool settled over her shoulders like it had always belonged there. I'd told myself, somewhere between the training field and now, that she'd give it back before dinner. That the novelty would wear off. That she'd remember it was mine and hand it over with some sarcastic comment about property rights, and I'd take it back, and that would be the end of it.
She hadn't. Apparently she had no intention of doing so.
I told myself I didn't care.
I was lying, and from the way my chest ti
