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I wasn't sure if that was the word I'd use to describe the palace but I was far too tired to argue.
Rowan carried me through the dimly lit palace halls, one hand wrapped firmly around my back and the other under my knees.
A part of me wanted to be put down, but the other more sentimental side of me wanted to enjoy it for as long as possible. With Rowan there was no way to tell when the switch would flip and he'd resort to being an ass again.
"You're staring at me," he drawled, not even bothering to look at me.
My cheeks heated and I quickly looked away, but his chest wasn't a much better option.
The first few buttons were undone revealing a very toned, very scarred expanse of skin. The scars disappeared under his clothes and against my better judgment, I reached out, a finger hovering over his skin.
His breath caught in his throat, his heart racing under my touch and I quickly snatched my hand back.
"I'm sorry," I mumbled. "I shouldn't have."
