"Well, what do we have here?"
Rowan tried hard to fight back against the man's strong grip but the big guy only pressed closer, sniffing his neck like some animal in heat. To make it worse, he even released his pheromones, filling the air and making Rowan's skin crawl. Rowan didn't know what was happening outside the tent but being treated like this told him that nothing good was going on.
"Get off me!" Rowan shouted, pushing against him with all his strength.
The man with a patch over his eye clenched his teeth and suddenly stood up, giving Rowan just a second to breathe. And Rowan was about to sit properly when the man grabbed him by the collar, yanked him to his feet and forced him to look straight into his hard, unblinking gaze.
"Silver hair… and those eyes. Beautiful, aren't they?"
