I barely slept that night.
The weight of Jace’s words settled deep in my bones, making rest impossible. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw that man from the diner—his golden eyes flashing, the knowing smirk on his lips, the way he said omega like it meant something more than I could comprehend.
What did it mean?
And why did it feel like my life had just been ripped out from under me?
By the time morning arrived, my exhaustion was a physical ache, a dull throbbing that settled behind my eyes. My mind was too restless to sit still, my thoughts looping in endless circles. I needed answers. I needed clarity.
I needed Nolan.
Jace had left early, mumbling something about checking the perimeter. The cabin had felt stifling after he left, too quiet, too empty, leaving me alone with my spiral
