218. Perspective

~ JESSE ~

I woke up the next morning on the couch with a crick in my neck and a heart hammering in my chest.

It took a second to remember what had happened, and why I felt like a pit was opening in my stomach. But when I did…

I sat up, pushing my hair back and looking around. The chamber was empty and even though there was no sunlight here, somehow I could tell that I had overslept.

Or rather, that I had slept late.

I’d sat on that couch for at least an hour after Cazz walked out, just in case he changed his mind and came back. But I refused to ask him to. And even though he didn’t shut off the bond—which kept me sane—he also didn’t use it.