“Aelin,” he breathed. Not in reprimand or warning, but ... a plea. It sounded like a plea.He lowered his head to her exposed neck and hovered a hair’s breadth away.She arched her neck farther, a silent invitation.Rowan let out a soft groan and grazed his teeth against her skin.One bite, one movement, was all it would take for him to rip out her throat.”