Rowan groaned as he came to, his head pounding like his friends had convinced him to do another night of heavy drinking.
Is that what happened? Couldn’t be… after the first time, he refused to do anything like that ever again.
Then he remembered and shot up.
The sudden movement made him dizzy and he almost collapsed again, vision going back for a second before he forced himself to stay awake.
He wasn’t dead.
Why wasn’t he dead? Unless…
The target hadn’t been him.
“Scarlett?” he cried. “SCARLETT?!”
He was alone by the construction site. There was a bit of blood where his head had slammed against a rock, but that was it. Even his car was still there.
But Scarlett was nowhere in sight.
“D*MNIT!” he screamed, slamming his fist on the ground. Taking deep breaths, he forced his head to work as he stood up.