Passenger No More

ROWAN’S POV

I drive.

It’s a small thing, maybe nothing to anyone watching, but my hands on the steering wheel feel like reclamation.

For weeks, other people have driven me places. Vance carrying me through hallways, Malachi behind the wheel of getaway cars, Mateo’s guards hauling me through forests.

I’ve been a passenger in every sense of the word, moved from location to location by men who decide