Chapter 5: Search In The Storm ROWAN’S POV I woke to the scent of pine smoke still clinging to my sheets and the hollow throb where the bond used to live. Sunlight knifed through the curtains, too bright, too cheerful for the way my skin crawled. My stomach growled, sharp, demanding, but the tray should have been here twenty minutes ago. Anya’s tray. Eggs over easy, bacon crisp, black coffee steaming. She knew the order by heart, had for two years, ever since the crash turned her into the pack’s favorite punching bag. Cassandra stirred beside me, her blonde hair spilling across my pillow like spilled champagne. She stretched, the silk nightgown riding high on her thighs, and flashed that lazy, satisfied smile that usually made my blood run south. Today it grated like sand in a wound. “I’m so hungry,” she purred, fingers tracing lazy circles on my chest, nails grazing just hard enough to sting. “Tell the little maid to hurry.” I shoved her hand off and swung my legs over the edge
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