Chapter 187

• ELORA
• I blinked awake to an empty bed and the whisper of cold sheets beside me. My fingers reached out instinctively to the place where Rowen had laid hours ago, but the warmth was gone—long gone. I rolled onto my back and sighed, staring up at the ceiling. My body still hummed from the night before, and yet the absence of his presence left an odd hollowness I couldn’t ignore.
• I turned my head toward the window. A soft glow seeped through the curtains, painting slivers of gold across the pale carpet. I shifted and sat up, the fabric of my oversized shirt clinging to my thighs. I checked my phone.