Rowan’s POVBy the time I reached Amelia’s house, I was shaking with rage, jealousy, panic—an unhinged cocktail that made my vision blur.I didn’t knock or ring. I hammered on the damn door.She opened it a second later, eyes wide. "Rowan? What are you—"I shouldered past her, shoving the door wider. She stumbled back with a shocked gasp. "Hey! You can’t just—"I didn’t stop. I paced straight into the living room, barely taking in the fresh paint, the soft earthy tones, the warmth she’d woven into the place.Not now. I was here on a warpath."Rowan!" she snapped. "You can’t just waltz in here like this!"I spun toward her, chest heaving."Oh, can’t I?" I barked. "And you—what—what the hell were you thinking? Going jewelry shopping with another man already? With him?"Her eyebrows shot up. She actually laughed, disbelieving."Seriously? You have no right to tell me what I can or can’t do.""The hell I don’t!""No," she repeated firmly, stepping right into my space, "you don’t. I don’t
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