Liandren’s POV

Being this was already enough torture.

Rowan, on the other hand, wasn't saying anything.

I shouldn’t have said that, but I did, just to watch his reaction—though it felt like torture.

Rowan tilted his face away, his veins pulsing from the ones that snaked down his neck.

“Alexander is already getting the antidote.” He swallowed, narrowing his gaze to my hand. “Don’t worry.”

Of course he was Rowan. He said he had no interest in me because he loved the mother of his ...