Rowland’s Pov
I jolted awake from a troublesome dream, one that involved me and Rebecca in a fierce argument. A sigh of relief eluded my lips realizing that it was just a dream.
I stifled a yawn as my eyes darted from the bed and across the room, searching for Catherine. She was nowhere near and her scent was somewhat faint.
A scowl etched onto my face, remembering our argument last night. I couldn’t help but imagine if our lives would continue to be like this.
There was never a moment we were actually on the same page, well, except those rare moments when everything went according to what Catherine wanted. But when it didn’t, she was willing to let all hell break loose.
Getting out of bed, I slipped into my slides and walked towards the table it was the last place I remembered dr
