Evaline:
The sound of that voice pulled me so sharply out of my thoughts that I actually gasped.
I twisted in my seat, my heart leaping straight into my throat, and nearly smacked my elbow into the door as I turned to look behind me... only to find Rowan.
He was sitting far too comfortably in the back seat, one arm draped over the headrest, his expression calm... no, smug. The kind of smug that meant he had been waiting for exactly this reaction.
His lips curved slowly. "There it is," he said. "I was wondering how you would look."
"You-" I stared at him, blinking once, twice. "Rowan?!"
Oscar's hands remained steady on the wheel and his eyes on the road. But there it was... a faint smile tugging at his lips, barely visible in the glow of the dashboard lights.
I whipped my head toward my mate. Accusation loud and clear in my voice. "You knew."
He hummed. "Of course."
"How could you not tell me?" I muttered, then turned back to Rowan. "What are you doing here?"
