Raven's pov
"Forgive me, Princess Raven. I seem to have become a little distracted and lost my balance. The beauty and allure that Anastasia possesses have thrown me slightly off the gravity of the earth," Rowan declares, and his words provoke a deep irritation within me, a fury that bubbles beneath the surface of my deceptively cordial smile.
I grip the stem of the glass more tightly and for a few seconds, I fear that with my strength, the crystal might shatter in my hand. The withering look I cast in Rowan's direction is laden with contained rage, and I know he understands the silent message embedded in my expression. Marcus, my husband, has always warned me about the older brother's keen ability to detect what lies beneath the surface of words and actions.