Ash's POV
I pushed the door open ready for a fight.
What I was not ready for was Rowan.
He was sitting on the bed with his shirt hanging completely open, chest bare, one leg folded underneath him, looking entirely too comfortable and entirely too much for someone I was supposed to be furious at by association. He looked up when I walked in and smiled, that slow warm smile that he reserved for when it was just the two of us, and stood up to meet me.
I forgot what I was angry about for exactly three seconds.
Then I remembered. Right. Alec.
He crossed the room toward me, shirt still open, still showing entirely too much of himself, and I made myself look at his face and not his chest and then failed immediately because there was a tattoo. A wolf head.
Black ink sitting right in the c
