These questions swarmed through Rowan's mind constantly, gnawing at him day and night, each one more urgent and tormenting than the last. Yet all he got in response was another flicker of mockery from Dorian Wayne. The man's cool, unbothered demeanor only made the gnawing itch of uncertainty worse.
Rowan didn't know how far Dorian and Audrey had gone. He didn't know how much ground he had already lost—or if there was even anything left to reclaim. The uncertainty tore at him, jagged and relentless, stirring something primal beneath his skin. A low growl of his wolf vibrated in his chest, echoing the tension, the fear, the sharp ache of betrayal.
He clenched his jaw, grinding his teeth together until the muscles ached, forcing the words out once more. "Did you sleep with her?"
