“When I see her, I see my sister. I know they aren’t the same, but it feels like it. Like this is my chance to do it right. To save her.” f**k, how had I not made that connection? I was learning how her sister’s death had affected her, but I hadn’t thought about how she might associate the two. That was why she’d been so hell-bent on helping the woman, even at the risk of endangering herself. “We’ll get her out of there, I promise.” I had no business making such an assurance when the girl might not even be alive at this point, yet I couldn’t stop myself. The deep-seated need to give Rowan the world was a compulsion I couldn’t contain.
She lifted our hands, untangling our fingers to get a closer look at my hand. At the matching tattoo on my ring finger. She gently touched the marking. “Why
