Rowan Hadeon was a man of very few words.
For all the years I had ever known him, he commanded the room easily with his presence. Just one look and everyone knew what he wanted done, and they made sure to meet his expectations or face the consequences of failing to do so.
There was never a need for him to say much, especially when he had two brothers who did all the talking for him. Soren and Cassian were always there to play the good and bad cops, respectively. Rowan simply commanded everything from behind the scenes.
Yet, every word that spilled out of his lips felt like sin. Paired with the deep rumble of his voice, each and every tone and word coiled around me like a snake, and I was quickly pulled into his seduction.
