Chapter 3

If it weren't for the birthmark on the left side of his neck, I never would have recognized the blood-soaked, unrecognizable figure with shattered limbs as Rowan.

Blood gushed from his severed wrists and ankles.

His face was covered in blood and bruises, making it hard for me to even look at him. "Miserable" didn't even begin to cover it.

I couldn't hold back the surge of grief and fury any longer. I wrapped Rowan tightly in my arms.

"Rowan! This is all my fault," I choked, my voice trembling.

Regret and anguish crashed through me, filling my chest.

Rowan…