*Rowan*

“What the hell are you talking about?” Daphne questioned sharply.

Of all the luxuries Rowan was accustomed to as a Blackwood, he was never one to shy away from decent bourbon. Yet, another particular taste he’d inherited from his father.

After he made his grand appearance back at the manor nearly a week ago, he hadn’t let up from the bottle since. He didn’t understand why he’d let his control slip.

Was it from finally ...