Feeling helpless to his touch, I contemplated leaving or staying. Obviously, the moment was almost ruined and the flirtatious look on Rowan had drastically changed into something sour. His eyebrows furrowed and his eyes got dark. For some reason I knew he wasn't angry with me, but with Austin.
I could count a lot of reasons why he was and something was certain. If Rowan met Austin with such a mood, someone would end up in a coma and it wasn't going to be him. The bloodlust I sensed from him at that time was similar to the one I sensed from him when he had rescued me from that perverted kidnapper.
