FREYA CARTER
Something slammed, not loud. But sharp enough to slice through sleep.My eyes flew open For a second, I didn’t know where I was the room was dark except for the faint city glow bleeding through the curtains. My body ached in that heavy, languid way that reminded me exactly how the night had ended.
Then the sound came again, like a strangled sound, a broken breath. I turned to my side, my heart pounding at unreasonable speed.
Rowan.
He was thrashing beside me. His brows were furrowed together as he panted. His body was covered in the thin layer of sweat.
The sheets were twisted around his legs, his chest heaving, skin slick with sweat. His face was tight with anguish , not anger, not tension , anguish. His body was searching for something or someone desperately.
“No…
