“Looking for something, Sera?” Rowen purred behind Sylan and me, and I tossed a scowl toward him over my right shoulder. Insufferable, nosy man. I was irritated at his question…mostly because he was right—I was looking for something. A discreet exit. “Just trying to look at my new home. I mean, it’s mine too, right?” “Anything of ours is yours,” Sylan reassured with a soothing tone and my heart almost broke at the ease in which he said such sweet things while I was looking for escape routes.
