Rowan only barely registered Yamm's words and the frown that formed on Wren's face in response because the magic of the ambrosia chose that moment to swell inside him, making him feel even more restless and giddy than he already did.
He shifted in his seat and attempted to shrug out of his jacket. Rowan figured at the very least he could remove that since Wren wouldn't allow him to unbutton his shirt, but his arms got stuck in the sleeves at an odd angle halfway behind his back.
His clothing just felt so constricting. Or maybe it was his body itself that was constricting.
Either way, Rowan still wanted the damn jacket off. He twisted to and fro, but the sleeves were more resistant to budging than they should have been.
