Rowan’s gaze rose to meet hers. To discover the answer to his question. What he saw confounded him.
“Dear God, lass, don’t look at me so! Did I not say it would be your own choice? Cast me aside if you cannot love me, but don’t look on me with fear.”
For a moment her body seemed to melt against him, eager to mingle her flesh with his. It stiffened again at his words. Had he said anything so terrible?
Rowan gasped with shock and pain as her fingers twined in his hair and wrenched his head back.
“Damn you, FitzCourtenay, you are a devil! Why could you not just take what you wanted? Why must you make me choose? Can you not see it will tear me apart…?