The Final Performance

ROWAN’S POV

The memory rises sharp and ugly.

How easily he dragged me across the snow. How hell-bent he was on keeping those hands wrapped around my throat until he choked the last breath out of me.

He didn’t hesitate. Didn’t show even a flicker of the remorse he’d performed so convincingly for Winston’s audience.

The moment he had the chance, he tried to end me.

Any pity I might have felt di