Rowan strode to the ship she had indicated, needled by Ibernia’s insistence that they leave immediately, no less her means to ensure she had him doing her will. ’Twas he who twisted women around his finger and turned them to his will! Rowan did not care for the change. Nay, there had never been a woman who compelled him to act against his will.
hisAnd he had wanted that hot meal. No less, a break from voyaging on ships and all the attendant discomfort. Aye, this was certainly not the circumstance he would have preferred, but Rowan had a weakness to which he seldom confessed.
The flash of fear in the lady’s eyes had been his undoing. He was not one who liked to see women afraid. Perhaps his upbringing made him love to see women laughing and happy, to see welcome in their eyes. Rowan did n
