Rowan raised his brows slightly upon hearing Freya's claim of him. For a moment, he felt his heart bubble with joy, to have the woman he had eyes for openly declare to others that he belonged to her. He had met many women, but none surprised him the way this girl did. She always did things he didn't expect, or even think she would be able to do.
At that moment, Rowan could see her flushed face; she was embarrassed by her actions, but he was proud. Proud that she was able to speak up for herself in front of others. Despite being shy, she knew when to stand up for herself. Even if he wasn't sure she had made the claim out of love, it still made him happy to hear that she chose him.
Rowan's eyes moved down to her fingers; she was squeezing them so tightly that they almost turned pale.
"How is he yours?" one of the women asked, now pointing at Freya. "You can't just stand there and say he belongs to you. If you want his attention, then get in line."
