Seconds to Strike

ROWAN’S POV

Nobody moves.

The six arrows point at the house, and Winston stands before them with his one remaining arm raised, and the silence that follows his words is not the kind that invites a response.

“Thirty seconds,” Winston says. “Bring him out, or my men come in.”

I back away from the window.

My phone is on the kitchen counter where I left it beside the cold tea, and Cleo’s is in her jac