Dinner with a Madman

ROWAN'S POV

I stare at him.

Then I look at the people around the table — twenty faces, twenty blank expressions, twenty pairs of eyes watching a woman tied to a chair being told she's someone's fated mate by the person who knocked her unconscious and dressed her like a doll, and not a single one of them registers anything beyond polite dinner-party interest.

He is insane. Not dangerous-insane the