Chapter 131

Nathan's POV

My forehead is pressed flat against the desk, cool wood doing nothing to ease the pounding behind my eyes. The room still feels like it’s swaying, like I’m stuck on a boat with no anchor and no hope of finding shore. My mouth is dry, my skull feels too tight, and every blink hurts.

I force myself to lift my head, groaning as my vision adjusts. Theo is lying on the floor like a discarded marionette, one arm flung over his eyes, snoring softly.

What the actual fuck.

I push up from the chair and stumble toward the door, gripping the frame for a second before steadying myself. Everything feels off. Too bright. Too loud. I need water. Or coffee. Or a new goddamn brain.

By the time I make it to the kitchen, the sound of laughter rolls toward me, low and familiar. Mason and Har