Marked As Theirs
Chapter 22
Adnam’s POV
I should be doing something.
Reading, training, anything. But my limbs wouldn't stay still.
I drummed my fingers against my thigh, my mind circling back.
That's the thing. I couldn't even concentrate on anything. Nothing.
I paced my room for over thirty minutes, still in my uniform pants and a half-buttoned shirt.
Everywhere was too quiet and much.
“f**k!” I cursed as I yanked the shirt off and threw it over the chair. If I stayed in here any longer, I might go crazy.
Ran a hand through my hair and grabbed a hoodie from my closet. I moved down the hall and pushed open Gareth’s door without knocking. “I’m going out for a—”
Empty.
The room was dark, curtains pulled halfway. Bed unmade. His bag was gone too.
Tch.
Where the hell was
