Strategic Blow

POV: Rowan

My grip on the cold metal frame of my expensive phone was so incredibly tight that my knuckles had turned completely white. Standing out on the lavish, sun-drenched balcony of our massive home, the crisp morning breeze did absolutely nothing to cool the raging, toxic fire violently boiling under my skin. I stared down at the bright screen in my hand, completely paralyzed by a sickening