DONOVAN’S POV
The next morning, I woke up with a groan, my body heavy, my head throbbing. I felt… wrong.
My first instinct was to reach for Daisy, but the cool, empty space beside me reminded me that she hadn't spent the night like my brothers and I had wanted.
I pushed myself up, a mistake I instantly regretted. The room spun before my eyes, and I had to grab the bedside table to steady myself.
“Ugh,” I grunted, my voice rough and scratchy.
“You alright?” Chris mumbled from the other side of the bed, his voice still thick with sleep.
“Not really,” I groaned. “Feel like I’ve been run over by a truck.” I tried to stand up but stumbled, nearly falling, and had to grab the bedpost for support.
“Whoa, easy there,” Chris said, sitting up and looking at me with concern. “You look like you
