Tailored for Revenge

ROWAN’S POV

Waking up encased in the delicious, deep ache of my battered muscles feels like heaven. The heavy, masculine scent of Vance surrounds me in the massive bed. He smells like dark pine and crisp winter air. For the first time in years, true peace settles over my chest. I stretch my sore legs beneath the thick duvet and release a soft sigh into the quiet room.

Being free from performing