Ash's POV
I lay there in Devan's bed, sheets soaked and twisted around my legs like they were trying to strangle me, the fever burning hotter with every passing hour, three full days since I'd stormed out of our shared room and not a single word from Rowan.
Not one glance in the hallways, it actually felt like he avoided the very ground I walked on…nothing, he'd even switched sparring partners to Alec during training without so much as a grunt of explanation, so much for the "chill" truce he'd promised in that stiff, formal apology, he hadn't kept anything chill, he'd avoided me like I was carrying death itself, like that night had left some stain on him he couldn't scrub off.
But right now Rowan's cold shoulder should have been the last thing on my mind, because the full moon was risi
