ROWAN
I clicked my tongue and ran my fingers through my hair, trying to scrape something useful out of my head, but it was no use.
No matter how hard I forced myself, no matter how deep I reached, I couldn’t remember a damn thing after I stepped into the restroom last night.
It was all just a blur.
Then, when I woke up, Tessa was in my room wearing nothing but a robe.
I sat there on the edge of the bed for a long minute, knuckles pressing against my temples. The longer I stared at the sunlight cutting through the curtains, the heavier my chest felt.
Why the f**k couldn’t I remember anything?
I wasn’t like this.
Even during ruts—especially during ruts—I was careful. I had to be. Discipline was everything.
I didn’t let my instincts drive me into losing myself.
So why now?
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