“Ye’re in my world now, Rowena.”
His tone wasn’t threatening, wasn’t harsh. Just…stating a fact.
“Ye cannae go back home.”
I couldn’t, could I?
Even if Icouldmanage to make my way back here to this pathway in the middle of the ocean, it would be another four weeks before the moon was right again. Would I even live that long?
Did it matter? This male was my enemy, and if he thought I was going to crumple at his feet and wail because of a little thing like moving into another world, then I would prove him wrong.
I met his dark gaze and lifted my chin.
“Nay,” I spat at him. “But I can still escape you.”
The way his lips curled slightly told me that my threat hadn’t exactly worked.
Well, good. Let him underestimate me.
I would show him his folly.
