Rowan's POV

Rowan’s body collided with the FBI agents as he shoved past them, his chest heaving with anger and desperation. His heart hammered in his ears, drowning out their shouts as he barreled forward. His arms stretched out, his fingers brushing against the fabric of Sia’s sleeve before he pulled her into his embrace. The world around him blurred as he held her tightly, his face buried in her hair, his breath ragged and uneven.

"Sia..." His voice cracked, his hands trembling as he clung to her. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

Sia stiffened in his arms, her eyes wide with shock. “Rowan, what are you doing?” she whispered,...