Chapter 154

Jayden's POV.

The room was a dizzying mess of expensive leather and stale air. I was anchored in the centre of it, heavy, immovable.

Every nerve ending felt sanded raw, and my eyelids were weighted down with lead. I had been drinking for hours—not a celebratory sipping, but a desperate, drowning consumption, chasing the silence that refused to settle in my skull.

I was so drunk and tired.

The floor felt like wet sand shifting beneath my feet, and when I tried to focus on ...