Kingdom of Ash

Aelin slid her gaze toward Rowan, his
harsh face softened into handsomeness by
sleep. And clean—the gore that had splattered
them both was gone. Someone must have
washed it away while they slept.
As if he sensed her attention, or just felt
the lingering hand on his arm, Rowan’s eyes
cracked open. He scanned her from head to
toe, deemed everything all right, and met her
stare.
“Show-off,” he muttered.
Aelin patted his arm. “You put on a pretty
fancy display yourself, Prince.”
He smiled, his tattoo crinkling. “Will that
display be the last of your surprises, or are
there more coming?”
She debated it—telling him, revealing it.
Maybe.
Rowan sat up, the blanket sliding from
him. Is this the sort of surprise that will end