"Like what?" he coldly asked. He looked so much like Rowan at the moment that I wondered for a second if Violet had tricked me into thinking it was Soren.
But no. I wouldn't mix them up. Even before I knew they were my fated mates, I had already been able to distinguish them. They were so different, even though they wore the same face. Even now, with Soren acting like Rowan, I could still tell them apart.
Soren's eyes weren't filled with the same passive indifference that Rowan had. Everything to the latter was calculated. He had perfectly mastered control. Soren, on the other hand, was too easy to crack apart. I could still see a conflicted expression tucked away beneath his mask. He was trying not to show it.
"Like… this," I said. I gripped his wrist tighter. Surprisingly, he didn't shake me off immediately. My fingers tingled where I held Soren's hand, and I wondered if he felt the same. "I thought things were different now, after what happened last night―"
