Something's Missing

[Atticus’ POV]

“Mmm.”

My body feels heavy and stiff. What the fuck was this, and where exactly was I sleeping? The surface beneath me is hard and cold, and the faint scent of incense drifts around me, mixed with herbs.

Slowly, I open my eyes to find that I’m in a room whose walls are lined with the very things that I’m smelling.

Frowning, I sit up, ignoring the protest from my back. Once I’m upright, I continue to look around until I find August sitting at a desk with a mug in hand.

“You awake?” He asks, dropping the papers he is looking over. “About damn time.”

“What the hell happened?” I huff, rubbing my temples. “And why do I feel like I have a wicked hangover?"

“Probably because you drank yourself into oblivion,” he chuckles. “I was beginning to wonder if you managed to kill yourself.”

Drank into oblivion? Well, that most certainly didn’t sound like me. At least not recently. However, when my clan was first murdered, I spent many nights in dangerous places with different women to