Chapter 22

Rowan had been hiding like a fugitive for over two weeks. His leg injury had grown infected, the pain slicing through him with every step. He finally snapped. He couldn't take it anymore. He had to find Joanna. It was as if Joanna had known he would come all along. Joanna showed up every day at the place where they first met, quietly waiting. Meanwhile, George had stationed men nearby, keeping a quiet but constant watch to ensure her safety. And finally, Rowan appeared. Two weeks on the run had left Rowan a wreck—disheveled, filthy, and nothing like the man he used to be. He no longer looked like the man who crashed her wedding with unshakable confidence. His clothes were filthy and mismatched, likely scavenged from dumpsters. A battered cap hung low over his eyes. When he reached for Joanna's hand, he caught sight of her pristine dress and polished boots, while he reeked of sweat and grime. Shame hit him hard, and he slowly pulled his hand back. "Anna, have you gotten it out o