C82 You know why, Amara

"Why are you doing this?" she whispered fiercely as they danced, her voice barely audible over the music. "Why can’t you just leave me alone?"

Rowan’s gaze never wavered, his eyes boring into hers with an intensity that made her skin prickle. “You know why, Amara,” he replied, his voice soft but carrying a weight that made her chest tighten. “You might think you hate me, and maybe you do