EPILOGUE
ROWAN'S POV
"Rowan. Rowan, baby. Can you hear me?" Nadine's voice floated into my ears, but it was too far away. As if she was speaking from a distance.
"Is he dead?" someone else asked, and for a moment, darkness pressed down on me. I didn't see anything, didn't hear anything for what seemed like an eternity.
I tried to open my eyes, to look for Nadine. But I...
I could not.
Pain pressed down on me from all sides, rendering me immobile. It was too much, and I tried to part my lips, to cry out and call for Nadine. To tell her that I was in hell, that my entirely body burned with the intensity of being flayed alive.
To tell her that I needed her to be with me. To hold my hand.
But I could not.
I had no eyes. No mouth. I had nothing.
I was nothing.
The last thing I heard before darkness claimed me was Nadine's voice.
And she was screaming my name.
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SIX MONTHS LATER
