Maybe it’s best that she gets as far away from me as she can. Even still, it burns in my chest, a hot needle that’s slipped between my ribs to lodge in the very center of my heart. It’s a place I never thought could feel pain or longing anymore. But it does. I drive a sticky hand through my hair as my shoulders fall. “Goddammit, Rowan, you feckin’ eejit.” My eyes press closed. “Sloane …”
