Rory’s POV, 7 days before the one year anniversary of Angel and Sam’s disappearance:
An indescribable pain accompanies the realization that I’m awake. I refuse to open my eyes. As long as they are closed, I can pretend I’m not in my office. This way, I can pretend I’m not in the bed my servants put up when I refused to return to the bedroom I shared with Sam and Angel.
The bed was meant as a temporary fix, so it’s small for my frame. Someone—I can’t remember who—suggested replacing it with a better one, but I refused. Even if the bed is so small, I must lean against the wall. Somehow, it makes me less lonely. There is no room for anyone else in the bed. There will be no one else.
Desperation fills me again, and I do what I always do. As soon as my eyes are open, I search for my mates th
