A Bleeding Victory

ROWAN’S POV

Because she said it out loud.

The exact thing sitting on my chest like a stone — Sienna upstairs, drowning by the hour — and she said it smugly, dangled it like a worm on a hook over a woman she’s just put on the floor four times, and every ounce of grief and terror and fury I’ve been swallowing since I watched Sienna smile goodbye comes roaring straight up my spine—

"Never," I snarl,