Rowan’s POV
I stopped Ash in the hallway, my hand closing around his arm before he could slip away again, pulling him sideways into one of the empty study rooms, the door shutting behind us with a sharp click that echoed too loud in the sudden quiet. Ash looked furious, really furious, eyes blazing, cheeks flushed, too damn pretty for his own good, the kind of pretty that made my wolf pace and growl, made my hands itch to touch him everywhere, to claim him, to make him understand what I couldn’t even explain to myself.
“Didn’t you hear me call you?” I said, voice rougher than I intended, my grip on his arm loosening but not letting go, needing the contact, needing him close.
Ash yanked his arm free, stepping back, voice sharp and angry. “I heard you, Rowan, I just didn’t want to stop, I
