The Burden of Judgment

ROWAN’S POV

I sit beside his bed. Vance sits beside me. His hand finds mine, and his thumb traces circles on my knuckles. The motion is slow, rhythmic, and grounding in a way that I need more than I’m willing to admit.

In that room, I tell Vance everything. The arrows, the plan, Cleo going for the gun, the man who grabbed her, firing the shot, Winston’s men breaching the house. Winston walking pas