Jaden's head throbbed with a pounding ache that seemed to resonate with every beat of his heart. The haze of the previous night lingered, clouding his thoughts, making him wonder how he’d ended up in bed. He groaned, reaching up to massage his temples, trying to piece together the fragments of the chaos. His mind was a foggy mess—images of Anna, his fury, and something else—but it was all just out of reach.
As he shifted in bed, his gaze fell to the side. There, sitting innocently on the nightstand, was a glass of water. Next to it, a small pill bottle and a sticky note stuck to the glass. His brows furrowed as he read it.
‘Drink me, stupid.’
A strange smile tugged at the corner of his lips, but it vanished just as quickly as it appeared. His chest felt tight, something in him shifting
