Warrick
Fragments.
Memories.
Names and faces.
Argh! I didn't know any of these people! These weren't my memories!
Golden hair, blue eyes.
There. That was mine. Follow it. Follow her.
I snapped awake, snarling, my bed empty and the faintest scent of Ariella coated my sheets.
My alarm clock showed some odd symbols I couldn't read, grabbing my phone wasn't any better. The inability to understand the text message that flashed across my screen made me toss it, hearing the glass break. I glanced at the window, not moving.
It was somewhere past midnight, I'd only been asleep an hour or two, but I knew I wasn't going to get anymore.
Still, I lay there a bit longer, trying to hold onto that scent, trying to let it ease my mind and correct my memories and thoughts.
It was the on
