Reynolds’s POV
My eyes squinted against the light as I tried to open them. Everything was blurry at first, a slow haze lifting until shapes began to sharpen. I stared up at the ceiling—it looked… familiar. Too familiar. But this definitely wasn’t my house.
A low groan escaped my lips as I pushed myself up, a pounding headache instantly crashing into my skull. I winced, steadying myself with both hands on the bed. My gaze wandered across the room. The muted colors, the scent of pine… This was Xander’s room.
What the hell?
“What happened? Why am I here?” I muttered, voice rough, almost unfamiliar. I dug through my mind, trying to recall how I’d ended up here.
And then it came flooding back.
Thea. Her voice, her face, her words—cold and final. She told me she was done with me. Over me f
