Owen's brow furrowed into a subtle scowl as he remembered how the newcomer had stepped between them out of nowhere, blocking him just as he approached to greet Aliana after the press conference.
'What is that guy's problem?' Owen thought bitterly, his jaw tightening.
He couldn't shake the memory of the man staring down at him with his dark amber, fearless eyes, as if he was prepared to tear him apart if he took another step toward Aliana.
"Mr. Ross, this is Reve," Aliana had introduced him smoothly. "...My personal bodyguard. Please don't take it personally. He takes his duties very seriously."
Although Owen had offered an understanding smile at the time, resentment festered beneath his polite mask.
He had hated watching Cillian Pierce stand so comfortably at her side, while he… the man who had literally thrown himself in harm's way to shield her, was treated like a potential threat.
Just then, a sharp buzz of his smartphone shattered his thoughts.
