“You think you’re strong, Olivia?”

“I don’t think… I am. You have no idea what I’ve been through, Rowan. And I’m still here. You don’t know who you’re dealing with.” I laughed scornfully, summoning the Olivia who stood up to Gabe and endured the worst physical pain as a child.

Rowan showed me the glass shard I’d been searching for. The blood had stopped trickling from his neck—the cut I’d made wasn’t deep enough. I hadn’t had the courage, but he did. As he ...