Mira's POV
I didn't see Rowan again until the following afternoon, and when I finally did, something about the way he was standing outside my door told me he'd been working up to knocking for considerably longer than the actual moment required.
He didn't knock, though. I opened the door before he could decide either way, and found him standing there with an expression I hadn't seen on him before, something halfway between determination and genuine discomfort, like a man bracing himself for a fight he'd already decided he couldn't win using any of his usual strategies.
"I was going to knock," he said.
"I know."
"I've been standing here for a few minutes."
"I noticed that too."
Something flickered across his face, embarrassment, maybe, though he covered it quickly, straightening sligh
