C137 Who’s behind it?

She stared at him, a flicker of disbelief still evident in her eyes. "You're crazy," she whispered, her voice trembling.

She couldn’t hide the revulsion creeping into her tone.

Rowan smiled, his expression both dark and possessive. "Yes, I am. Crazy about you, Crimson." He leaned down, his lips brushing against her forehead in an unnervingly gentle kiss, but it just chilled her to the bone