Oh. Wow. He had gone serious on her. Sincere. This was wholly uncharted territory, that had Rowan sobering up pretty damn face. The really horrifying thing? She completely believed him. Well, not about the him freaking her out thing. She highly doubted that possibility. She couldn't imagine anyone with a more vanilla life. But everything else, meaning what he thought about her... she believed that.
And he was completely wrong, of course. He had no idea who he was talking to. The daughter of a convicted murderer who spent six months in a looney bin for cutting herself regularly and possibly trying to off herself, that was one thing. All the magic, the curse, the way she destroyed everyone around her if she wasn't careful... that would send anybody running. But she cracked a small, wry smile at the freak comment. "I'm okay with being a freak. I am, and I acknowledge this. I'm not okay with being treated like the scum of the earth for things I had no control over." Like being born poor, or the daughter of a sick, murderous fuck. The self-harm she couldn't really control either, but she wasn't getting into that.