Sia’s POV

The silence between us stretched on for what felt like forever. The cold iron table between us seemed to widen the distance, though it was barely an arm’s length. My wrists were bound, the cuffs biting into my skin, but I barely noticed the discomfort. The weight of all that had passed between us—everything left unsaid, unresolved—hung in the air like a storm waiting to break.

Rowan sat across from me, his face pale and drawn, eyes glassy with exhaustion. He didn’t look at me, just stared at the floor, his hands resting limply on the table as if he didn’t know what to do with them. The...