Sia’s POV

I paced the cold prison cell, my thoughts swirling with anger and doubt. Ever since that phone call with Rowan, something had changed in me. His awkwardness, the strange woman’s voice in the background—I knew something was off. My fists clenched as I replayed the conversation in my head, over and over again.

**Was he with someone else?** My mind latched onto the idea, tightening like a vice. He wouldn’t, would he? But then again… Rowan had never been predictable. Our relationship had always been messy. Complicated. But something about that woman’s voice had crawled under my skin.

I turned, nearly colliding with Pussy Cat as she strolled...