Who is your father?

Soren

I sat on the edge of the bed, my fingers twisting a loose thread from the blanket. The words were caught in my throat, and I wasn't sure how to say them without choking on the memory.

 Rowan was leaning against the wall, arms crossed, his piercing gaze fixed on me like he was trying to pull the truth out of me by sheer will.

He was patient with me.

"Soren, you don't have to…"

"Damien," I started, my voice low, "he... he injected me with pheromones."

His stance changed immediately. His body stiffened, his arms falling to his sides. "What?"

I looked away, staring at the wall as I forced myself to keep going. "We were talking when he did it, we were discussing business then he switched saying he wanted to marry me. I thought he was joking till he shot me with an overdose, Rowan. It... it made me drowsy, confused. My body wasn't my own. I was terrified and I tried to fight it," My voice trembled despite my effort to sound indifferent.