Rowan’s POV

I woke up in a dimly lit hospital room, the sterile smell of antiseptic mixing with the low hum of machines. My body felt...different. A surge of energy coursed through me, and a strange clarity settled over my mind. I blinked, my eyes adjusting to the light. Bret was sitting beside the bed, his face buried in files. As soon as he noticed I was awake, he leaned forward, studying me closely.

“How are you feeling, Rowan?” he asked, his voice low. “You must be pretty shocked after what happened with Sia.”

I tilted my head, eyeing him curiously. Shocked? The word felt foreign. I didn’t feel anything....