Something crunched. Rogan kept eating, his expression perfectly calm. The thick window glass beside us developed a hairline crack all the way across the top corner, just above Rogan.
what a world this is! propositions right there in front of her, Rogan getting all territorial over some other house showing interest in her... I'd say I hate the jealousy trope but it's impossible to avoid in this world of genetics and arranged marriages, isn't it?
