Rosalind watched Rowan pull his shirt off, his skin glinting under the light, and though there were rough marks on his back, it did nothing to hide how solid his build was. Just looking at him was enough to send something warm spreading through her body, and her cheeks heated at once.
"Rosalind, are you alright?" Verity asked, leaning closer.
"What?" Rosalind blinked, flushing deeper. "I'm fine," she answered, and Verity gave her a suspicious look before leaning back against her chair.
"Now that the footman is playing, I'm not sure things will be as interesting as before," Thalia muttered under her breath, and Verity, who didn't understand what she meant, narrowed her eyes at her.
"It's obvious he's capable. House White will win," Thalia added with certainty.
"You can't really be sure about that," Verity mused.
"We'll see," Thalia said, chewing on the cookies that had just been brought in as refreshments.
