Soren
I woke up to the smell of food wafting through the room, a mix of eggs, bacon, and coffee that sent a pang of hunger through my stomach. For a moment, I didn't move. The bed was warm, the faint aches in my muscles a reminder of everything that had happened, and I wasn't ready to face the world.
But the world had other plans.
"Morning," Rowan said softly, drawing my attention to him. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, a tray in his hands. His expression was calm, but there was something unreadable in his eyes, like he was trying to gauge my mood before deciding how to approach me.
I sat up, leaning against the headboard, and frowned. "What's this?"
"Breakfast," he said simply, setting the tray on the nightstand.
I stared at it for a moment before turning my gaze back to him. "Why?"
"Because you've been out cold for three days," he replied. "You needed the rest, so I brought you food•
