The Art of Rejection

ROWAN’S POV

I stroll down the line.

I make it slow. I clasp my hands behind my back and move down the gallery of oiled, waiting men like a general reviewing troops she finds personally disappointing.

And I feel Vance’s glare burning a hole clean through my spine the whole way, and I have never in my life enjoyed anything more.

I stop at the first. He’s enormous, a wall of muscle, arms like histori