Lost Memories

This is the second book of The Last Hour...

Roan's POV: 2 years later

I prop myself onto the couch, wincing slightly at the pain that shot through my body and I look at the time; it was only noon. I rub my face in exhaustion, my hands shaking due to my illness and I bit my cheek to keep myself from coughing. I could hear Dorian purring in his sleep, causing me to feel sorta jealous that somebody could sleep in peace.

Bram's POV:

I sat on my bed, staring at the white ceiling in utter boredom and I give out a small huff. I was put on room arrest after my little suicide attempt that I tried to do yesterday afternoon because the voices were too talkative, and today they are silent. I don't know what has happened, but someone made me like this and it is frustrating me that I don't remember... I don't even remember the last time I socialized with Roan, and I doubt it was recent.