ANOKAI’S POV
Consciousness returned slowly, dragging me up from darkness. My head throbbed with a dull, persistent ache that pulsed in rhythm with my heartbeat. The after taste in my mouth felt foreign. I felt nauseous.
I forced my eyes open, blinking against the soft light filtering through curtains I didn’t recognize.
I stared through my half opened eyes trying to recognize where I was. My brain was a little bit foggy.
I tried to sit up, and pain lanced through my skull, making me gasp.
“Don’t.”
The voice came from my left, sharp and commanding. I turned my head very carefully, so carefully and found him.
Rowan sat in a chair by the window, his posture rigid, his expression carved from stone. He looked like he’d been there for hours, like he’d been watching me sleep.
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