My mind refused to shut off as I lay in the slightly too small, twin sized bed that was brought over the pack house. After the attack, most people opted to stay in the packhouse out of fear, leaving just a few spare children’s bed.
Brody insisted I come to the house and sleep on the pull-out couch, but I refused to accept any form of special treatment. It felt like a secondary slap in the face after finding out that he was my superior at the academy.
I desperately wanted to close my eyes and have even a few fitful hours of sleep. The nightmares might bring me more solace than staring at this night-tinged ceiling, thinking about everything that happened today.
Wes said nothing more when I’d told him that our timing wasn’t right. He didn’t even spare me a glance as he stood from his sp
