The moment his finger brushed against her cheek, Rowan felt an unknown sensation rise in her stomach, tickling her spine as it coursed its way through her. He might as well have dipped his finger in a serene lake, his touch sending ripples of anger radiating throughout her extremities. She stilled, refusing to dip her gaze despite the color obviously rising even further into her cheeks. For one shattering, blissful moment, Rowan petulantly dreamt of impaling her heel on the bridge of his shoe. The only thing holding her back were his actions earlier in the jewelry shop. And so she fought to keep the sweet expression on her face.
His steely gaze seemed to cut straight through it, and her smile dropped. "Give me back my wand, Malfoy." She murmured, locking eyes with him. There was no need to shout; there was little room between them for any need for raised voices. "I won't ask again."
His steely gaze seemed to cut straight through it, and her smile dropped. "Give me back my wand, Malfoy." She murmured, locking eyes with him. There was no need to shout; there was little room between them for any need for raised voices. "I won't ask again."