Tiny silver hoop through her nose tonight.
Fuck.
Rowan spotted me immediately across the room.
Then noticed the girl hanging off me.
Something unreadable crossed her expression.
Gone fast.
Interesting.
Very interesting.
Jace saw it happen too and whispered:
“Oh this is gonna get messy.”
The brunette followed my gaze. “Who’s that?”
“Nobody,” I answered automatically.
Which apparently was the wrong fucking response because Rowan’s eyes sharpened instantly from across the room.
Like she heard it somehow.
Jesus.
She looked away first this time.
Then disappeared into the kitchen crowd with Serena.
Weird irritation crawled up my neck immediately.
Stupid.
Didn’t make sense.
I barely knew her.
So why did watching her walk away suddenly feel like losing an argument?
The brunette touched my jaw again.
“You listening to me?”
“Not really.”
Her face fell slightly.
Guilt hit immediately.
Right.
Normal people existed outside whatever the hell this Rowan situation was becoming.
“Sorry,” I muttered.
