NOAH’S POV

I stepped out of the bathroom, steam curling behind me like the remnants of a dream I couldn't quite remember. A fluffy white towel clung to my chest, my damp black hair dripping water down my bare shoulders. I moved lazily toward the mirror, my feet padding against the cold floor, and stared at the reflection that blinked back at me.

Something was off.

My stormy gray eyes looked more… haunted today. Shadowed. Like they’d seen something I wasn’t yet aware of. I lifted my ...