ROWAN’S POV
The door closed behind me with more force than I intended, the bang echoing through the hallway like a gunshot. My hand remained on the handle for a moment, my knuckles white with tension.
What the f**k was wrong with me?
I walked away, my stride purposeful, trying to put distance between myself and that room. Between her and me. But the further I got, the more something pulled at my chest, an invisible tether I couldn’t snap no matter how hard I tried.
My mind kept replaying the moment I’d found her. My instincts were wary as I had followed them. I shuddered as I imagined what would have happened if I didn’t.
Everything after that had been instinct. No thought. No hesitation. Just movement.
My jaw clenched at the memory. She’d been suspended between two men, her body li
