Sia's POV

After my brief call with Rowan, a deep sense of unease gnawed at me. He was hiding something—I could feel it in the way his voice trembled, in the way he dismissed my concerns. And knowing he was in trouble because of my trial troubled me more than I cared to admit. My homies in prison whispered rumors that Rowan was on the run, and if there’s one thing I’ve learned in here, it’s that rumors usually hold a grain of truth.

I felt powerless, trapped in this cage, unable to do anything to help him. That helplessness, it ate at me, clawing at my insides until I...