Chapter 239 His Anger

• Rook POV
• My head is pounding and I groan, rolling onto my side, the sheets tangled around my legs, my body heavy with the kind of exhaustion that only comes after drinking way too much. The room is dim, barely lit by the morning light creeping through the curtains, and my mouth tastes like stale whiskey and regret.
• I blink a few times, trying to clear the haze from my vision, but it takes me a second to register the unfamiliar ceiling, the scent of someone else’s laundry detergent, the fact that I have no fucking clue where I am.