18. Games?

All green eyes and messy blond hair, he stood there like a wall I hadn't seen coming.

I stumbled back, my shoulder hitting the doorframe, blinking up at him. What was he looking for?

"A heir—oh my god, another one—"

"Is he here for her?"

"No way, how many heirs can one girl pull?"

I fought the urge to wince.

Rowan, of course, looked completely unfazed. There was a casual smugness about him, like the growing attention only made him stronger. 

His eyes skimmed my face, then dipped to my throat, my shoulders, and back to my eyes.

"You're here," he said softly. "Good."

I blinked, thrown.

"Am I supposed to thank you for the observation?" I asked, voice flat.

A flicker of amusement tugged at his mouth. "Yes! There she is."

"I don't know what you're talking about."