Dressed for Sin

VANCE’S POV

The imperious mask flickers. Under it, my real Rowan flushes, just slightly, pleased, and her mouth softens for half a second before she wrestles the character back on.

“Mm.” She reaches out and adjusts my collar with one manicured finger, a small proprietary touch, a woman fixing her possession. “Jealous already. And we haven’t even left.” Her eyes gleam. “You’re going to be insuffera