Rowan's P.O.V.
Silas’s smirk lingered in the firelight, but there was something sharper beneath it now. A warning.
I could take him out now. One swift move, one decisive show of force, and this would be over before it began.
But that wasn’t how this game was played.
I exhaled, rolling my shoulders like I wasn’t moments from lunging across the flames. “You’re awfully bold for a man still breathing because I let him.”
Silas chuckled. “And you’re awfully cautious for a man who claims to still be in control.”
The silence stretched, thick and humming with the weight of everything unspoken. The choice sat heavy between us—strike first, or play the long game.
Raven’s voice echoed in my mind. Then act like it.
I didn’t break eye contact. Didn’t move. I just let the firelight dance in my ey
