I put a hand up to shade my eyes to get a good look at who I’m talking to against the blinding sun behind him. It hits me why the voice sounded so familiar. His hazel eyes lock on mine, showing the barest hint of shock before hiding once more beneath his annoyed mask. “You,” he says, low and assessing, and I feel the single word coast along every inch of my body like cool flames licking over my skin. “You,” I reply, my voice breathier than I mean for it to be, but that usually works in my favor. Unfortunately, it simply seems to annoy Rowan further.
