Chapter 77

JOHN

My whole body ached by the time I reached the little room that Hunter and I shared. I grabbed the edge of the door as the world swam around me. It'd already been a long day, and I needed to be at the top of my game tonight. But I wasn't really sure I could be. Gaining my balance again, I was conflicted. I needed to be there for Ezra but the big question was, could I?

"John?"

I turned to see Hunter walking down the hall towards me, two bowls of fruit in his hands. His hair was wet, the ends dripping on a fresh linen shirt that he must have borrowed from the monks. He looked sure and strong, and the exact opposite of everything I was feeling.

"Are you okay?" he asked me, slowing to a stop.

"Yeah, just a little winded." I walked into our room and took a seat on the edge of the bed, trying not to look like I almost passed out.

Hunter passed over one of the wooden bowls and sat next to me. "How did the meeting go