Aelin
Aelin walked towards the man who spilled coffee on her, insulted her, then looked at her like she was a piece of candy. And he's a diabetic. She was so prepared to let him have it. She was ready to cut him into teeny tiny twindledink pieces with her tongue.
Rowan
The girl was walking up to him, and the guy was so close to Gavriel. Rowan's thoughts were coming and going in quick rapid fire. He looked between the beautiful female, and the potentially disastrous male making a quick and decisive decision. Squaring his shoulders he turned towards the female who was less than a foot away.
"Okay, you're probably pissed about our earlier encounter with the coffee, I get that, but I have bigger things going on at the moment. So, do you mind saving the tongue lashing for later?" With that Rowan walked away.
Aelin
Aelin blinked slowly at the back of the male who walked away, after having diffused her prepared witty foreplay. Dorian walked up beside her, resting his arm around her shoulders.
"Ouch. He dissed the alluring Aelin? Can't decide if that's brave or stupid." Dorian was beside himself with glee at the rare rejection. Aelin slowly turned towards her friend. At the fire in her eyes Dorian instantly stepped back, both hands in the air.
"The bastard is dead." Her gaze was on the silver haired male as he moved across the room. Towards her cousin. Aelins' jaw fell to the floor. Was the buzzard gay? That would be a first. Dorian took one look at Aelins gaping mouth and the slight blush on her cheeks and burst out laughing.
"Close your mouth, it's horribly unattractive." Manon sidled up to the duo, Elide and her new boy toy in tow. Aelin's glare would make Hellas shrink back.
"Who's the green-eyed devil?" Manon asked
"Rowan fucking Whitethorn." The growled response came from Lorcan. He crossed his arms and watched the other male approach Aedion. "Starter quarterback and Maeve's newest plaything."
So, he isn't gay.
Rowan
How the hell is he here? Rowan couldn't believe it. He knew that Gavriel's sister had a kid, but he was supposed to be with the dad's family. The Ashryvers or some other. What the fuck was he doing here? Did he know that his mom was dead? That the male just across the room was his uncle? Fuck.
Rowan had reached the young male.
Aelin
Aelin watched as the silver haired male, Rowan, sauntered up to her cousin. To the untrained eye it would seem he just wanted to get another beer, but Aelin could see the tension in his shoulders. The slightly stiff way he walked. Shit was about to hit the fan and it involved her cousin.
Aelin began walking.
Rowan
He grabbed the male by the shoulder, turning him. Rowan didn't know if he had seen Gavriel, but he couldn't risk it. Gavriel had just gotten everything figured out with his guilt, he didn't need for her kid to be thrown into his face.
"Dude. What the fuck?" The young male squinted at Rowan. He was past the land of the drunk, and into the oblivion of being wasted.
"Hey man, wanna see the keg outside?" Really? A keg? Rowan inwardly cringed, hoping the other man took the bait. The golden haired males gaze went to something behind his shoulder. There was something about those eyes, that smirk, that tickled Rowans memory bank. Why was this male so familiar? The striplings hazy gaze turned back to Rowan. His face shaped into a wolfs grin.
"Nah man. I think the entertainment just got here, and I'd hate to miss a show." Rowans brain chose that moment to remember. To fit the puzzle pieces together. This male was in some shape or form related to the mystery girl. And as he turned to see her strolling towards him with malice in her eyes, he knew, that he had fucked up.