Soren
I sat by Rowan's bedside, staring at the mess I had helped create.
Machines beeped steadily around him, a cruel reminder that he was still breathing, still here.
But he hadn't woken up. Not since yesterday. The doctors had done everything they could, patching him up, stopping the bleeding, stabilizing his vitals. But none of it meant a damn thing if he didn't open his eyes.
Rudolf paced beside me, his steps restless, his hands clenched into fists. "Are you going to tell me how the fuck this happened?"
I didn't answer.
I couldn't.
How could I tell him that Rowan was here because of me? That I had drugged him, handed him over to Leon, and let him be tortured until he was barely recognizable?
I knew Rudolf didn't like him but he would find what I did terrible.
I am a terrible person.