Iris’s POV“Why?” Rowan demanded, his voice tight with frustration. “Why are you doing this?”“To show them,” I said, my voice stronger now. “To show them all that I’m not weak.”Rowan released a long, frustrated sigh. He ran his hand through his hair, as he tried to control his temper.“You’re not weak,” he said. His voice was softer but there was still frustration in it. “You owe them nothing, Iris. You don’t need to prove anything to them. Not to Zara, not to Eric, not to anyone here.”“Maybe not to them,” I said, meeting his eyes. “But I need to prove it to myself.”“Iris—” Rowan started, pain flashing across his face.“Fifteen seconds!” the announcer called.“I have to go,” I said quietly.Rowan’s jaw clenched. “We need to talk about this, Iris.”“I know,” I murmured. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”He frowned. “But do you really have to?” he asked.“Yes,” I said simply. “I do. And I’m going to finish what I started.”I turned and started walking back toward the shooting line.“Ir
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