Rowena POV
Everything feels a little clearer. The heat that was ravaging my body has subsided, and I can finally think straight. My eyes are still closed tight as I try to remember what happened over the last day. The memories are slowly coming back, but they are fuzzy.
Someone grabs me around the waist and tugs me closer to them. My eyes fly open, and I peek to my left. Mason is sleeping soundly beside me, with his arm wrapped around my waist. What is he doing here?
Someone else clears their voice, and my head turns to my right. Tristan is lying on his side, watching me intently.
"Good morning," he whispers.
My mouth drops open in shock. Why is Tristan here, and why isn't he angry that Mason is here as well?
I try to wiggle out of Mason's hold, but he grumbles in his s
