Violet
Rowan's question hit me like a splash of cold water.
I stared at him, my mind going blank for a moment before panic started to creep in.
Why would he ask that?
I opened my mouth to ask him exactly that, but the words caught in my throat.
Because when I really thought about it, I could see exactly why he might think so.
I had been quiet all evening, and I had been so self absorbed in my thoughts that I had barely looked at him since we left the castle. I had told myself I was being careful, but from his perspective...
I must have been cold.
The realization made something twist uncomfortably in my chest.
He did make me uncomfortable, just not in the way he seemed to hint at.
"No," I said quickly. Perhaps too quickly. "You don't make me uncomfortable."
Rowan studied my face, his green eyes searching for something. I wasn't sure if he found it.
"You have been quiet," he said softly. "I was not certain if I had done something wrong."
