Chapter 11
By Friday morning Dane figured this was one of the longest weeks he’d ever experienced. He could barely pay attention in Sean’s class and he had no f*****g clue how the professor was managing. Last night Sean had looked so miserable Dane hadn’t even given him s**t about researching the Slim Guy group. Then Sean had woken up violently enough to disrupt Dane’s sleep at least twice, once moaning and holding his head.
The nightmares Dane was familiar with; it was a consequence of his occupation. But when Sean got them, it usually meant bad s**t was happening. And because Sean had shrugged him off about them, Dane wasn’t sure what to think, only that there seemed to be a looming danger over them, and he couldn’t pinpoint it. When Kyle approached him after class he gritted his teeth
