The Counterfeit Mate

ROWAN’S POV

I hate that it moves me. I hate it more than anything she’s said tonight. And I don’t let it show on my face.

Under the table, Vance’s hand turns and closes over mine, an anchor, the only thing keeping me upright, and I hold onto him like a woman going under, because I am.

“That’s enough,” Vance says. “She doesn’t need it framed like—”

“She asked, King.” Nalini finally shifts her gaze