Liora’s POV
I was halfway down the stairs when I realized something. I wasn't with my phone. I stopped dead, one slipper hanging off my heel. A groan slipped out before I could stop it. Of course. In my rush to leave, I’d set it down somewhere, probably right beside the disaster zone that was Rowan’s living room.
I debated leaving it till morning. But my phone held all my files, drafts, schedules. If I lost it, I’d lose everything. So, with a resigned breath, I turned back.
The door was still slightly open, a thin strip of light cutting through the dark hallway. I pushed it quietly and stepped in.
Rowan hadn’t moved much since I’d left. He was sitting where I’d left him earlier, the room still smelling faintly of whiskey and blood and the sharp metallic tang of glass. But now
