She’d begged her father to allow her to take Braden or Kane, but he had insisted that Rowen’s lack of history in the Guard made him perfect for the job. Scarlet had read between the lines; if someone had gone rogue by killing a revenant, Rowen wouldn’t let friendship stand in the way of turning him in. “Are you going to give me the silent treatment all day? How mature,” Rowen drawled. They reached for the back door at the same time. The warmth of Rowen’s hand seared her skin like a brand, and she pulled back as he held the door open, the now familiar surge of lust flooding her body. She needed to get laid. And fast. It was the only explanation for the constant state of arousal she’d been in since Rowen Black had come to town. “I’m not giving you the silent treatment,” she said, heading for the old carriage house. “I just don’t have anything to say to you.” “Because of what I did to Kane?” Rowen asked. She wondered if it was her imagination that there was regret in his sigh.
