The morning arrived and Rowan slowly opened his eyes, one hand pressing against his head as a dull headache throbbed behind his temples.
His mind was still filled with the image of Lyra coming to him, haunting his thoughts and refusing to fade.
His hand fumbled across the bed for his phone as he tried to call home.
At this hour, Lyra usually hadn't left for work yet—a tiny hope that he might hear her voice.
But the call went unanswered, and the silence left him frustrated. He grunted and pushed himself up, heading for the shower.
After he finished getting dressed, Rowan called again. Mere was usually already there in this hour, but the result was the same. No one answered.
Feeling uneasy, he walked straight for Damian's room next door and pushed the door open without warning.
"Clear my schedule for the entire day."
Damian looked confused by the sudden decision, but Rowan didn't wait for a response. He grabbed the car keys off Damian's desk, clearly intending to drive himself.
