Wagering Scars

ROWAN’S POV

The air is punched right out of my lungs.

A sharp, needling pain flares in my chest, but this time, it isn’t for me. My eyes dart to Victor.

His massive chest heaves, his jaw grinding so hard as he stares bitterly at his sister. Slowly, he swallows the hurt, lowers himself back into his chair, and deliberately avoids my gaze.

My heart aches for him.

I am used to weathering her savagery