Rowan’s POV

I could swear on my life that one wasn’t enough.

Was it ever going to be enough? Because this taste—I wanted it again.

Liandren’s chest moved in a perfect slow rhythm, rising and falling.

Her fist clenched, not sure if she would throw the first punch or just kill me altogether.

And did I deserve it? Hell yes.

Did I have any regrets? Of course not.

“I hate you.” Her teeth pressed together as her sharp breath continued to test the silence that fell between us.

She hated ...